"Senior is the Primordial Beginning Daoist..."
Lin Changqing looked at the White-haired Old Man before him, countless thoughts flashing through his mind. He activated the Eye of Spiritual Perception, wanting to see through him completely, but under its gaze, the old man was merely a mass of light, like the light of primordial beginning that had come from time immemorial.
Other than that, he could see nothing at all.
"I am not the Primordial Beginning Daoist, merely an incarnation of a wisp of this venerable one's consciousness." The White-haired Old Man shook his head slightly and looked at Lin Changqing with a faint, inscrutable smile. "Little friend, there is no need to scrutinize me like this. This old man is only a clone; there is nothing you can see through.
"Since you have arrived, little friend, this old man's mission may be considered complete. When this venerable one departed back then, he left behind three items and had me guard this place, to hand them over to the first living being who arrived here..."
"Since Senior is a clone of Senior Primordial Beginning Daoist, you naturally represent the Primordial Beginning Daoist as well."
Lin Changqing gave the White-haired Old Man a slight bow. He did not show the slightest disrespect simply because the other party was only a clone. He could tell that this person truly ought to be an incarnation of the Primordial Beginning Daoist, rather than some counterfeit like before—someone using illusion techniques to transform himself and deceive him.
A fall into a pit, a gain in wit. Naturally, he would not be tripped up twice in the same place.
"Hehe... little friend, there is no need to be so courteous."
The White-haired Old Man chuckled. With a wave of his hand, two beams of light immediately floated