"What a fine example of 'drawing a salary from the ruler and serving the ruler.' So, the little girl from the Beihu Household is the one you're loyal to, right?" Jiufang Jin said with a smile.
"If Senior insists on seeing it that way, then so be it." I smiled obsequiously. Jiufang Jin stroked his beard in deep thought, glanced at the four fellow cultivators around him, and, without seeking their agreement, continued, "There are reports claiming you're an Ascendant, and others insisting you must be an Original Immortal. I believe neither. I only trust what I see with my own eyes, so I'd like to probe your aura. Would you be willing to let this old man give it a try?"
That old fox.
I couldn't help cursing inwardly. After dragging out so many matters, I had finally resolved them, only for him to bring out the scissors at the end and hold them against the rope suspending the sword over my head.
"Please, Senior." I wasn't afraid in the slightest. Though my opponent seemed immensely powerful, could he really be more unreasonable than Yun Xingzhui after awakening? If he wanted to investigate, then let him investigate. I would have to take this path sooner or later anyway. It was just that the secret of the many meridians in my body would no longer remain hidden.
Seeing me extend my hand, Jiufang Jin extended his own withered hand as well. But just as he was about to touch mine, he suddenly paused thoughtfully, then smiled. "Hehe, young friend, you look so composed. Why would this old man use a petty man's suspicions to judge a gentleman? You must undoubtedly be an Ascendant."
The two Boundless Realm experts beside him froze for a moment and looked at the old man.