What? Ling Xi? My wife? Was I hearing things?
Dongyang Zi blinked involuntarily. Even with over seven hundred years of life and ten thousand years of Dao Comprehension, his mind went blank, and he could not help wondering whether he had misheard.
Yes, Lu Zheng was a genius. Ten years of cultivation, a thousand years of Dao Comprehension—he would have been a figure worthy of inscription in White Cloud Temple's sect records, a true patriarch of his generation and a pillar of the sect.
If his talent and state of mind proved sufficient, he might well cultivate all the way to become one of the foremost experts in this world, with hope of ascending to the Upper Realm and entering the Three Pure Ones Daoist Sect directly.
But all of that required time! Besides, even if Lu Zheng became a patriarch of his generation, he would merely stand on equal footing with Si Lingxi. And what sort of person was Si Lingxi? There was no need to elaborate...
In Dongyang Zi's eyes, Lu Zheng and Si Lingxi were people from two entirely different worlds. Si Lingxi was said to be aloof by nature and proud at heart, so how could she possibly have become friends with Lu Zheng?
And Lu Zheng was, of all things, a genius who had yet to fully grow! Thus, Dongyang Zi had instinctively assumed that Lu Zheng could not know Si Lingxi. If Si Lingxi was following at Lu Zheng's side, she must have had some purpose. Lu Zheng was White Cloud Temple's genius disciple, and Dongyang Zi could not possibly stand by and let Si Lingxi scheme against him.
Thus, after exchanging greetings, Dongyang Zi immediately laid the matter bare. When questioning Si Lingxi, he even carried a rare note of challenge in his