When the old man flew up before Lin Bai, he clasped his fists and asked with a beaming smile.
Upon hearing this, Lin Bai remained expressionless, but his heart stirred slightly. Did he mistake me for a martial artist from the Broken Sword Tribe?
Lin Bai chuckled softly and asked, "How did you figure that out?"
The old man lowered his head and glanced at the flying sword beneath Lin Bai's feet. With a smile, he said, "Hehe, throughout the entire Kunxu, only the martial artists of the Broken Sword Tribe can ride swords through the air!"
"However, what I find strange is that whenever a martial artist from the Broken Sword Tribe rides past on a sword, their bloodlust soars into the heavens, and the stench of blood can be smelled for a hundred miles. Yet the smell of blood on you seems very faint!"
The old man said this with a smile.
Lin Bai's eyes rolled, and an idea struck him. He smiled and said, "I am indeed a martial artist of the Broken Sword Tribe. As for why the smell of blood on me is so faint, that is not something you should ask about."
By now, Lin Bai had also seen through the old man's cultivation. He was merely at the consummate stage of the Life Extinction Realm.
"Yes, yes, this old man was being too nosy." The old man immediately apologized. "May I ask what brings you here, friend of the Broken Sword Tribe? Is there anywhere this old man can be of service?"
Judging from the old man's respectful attitude, Lin Bai understood that the Broken Sword Tribe's status and strength among Kunxu's one hundred and eight tribes must far surpass those of ordinary tribes.
Lin Bai said coldly, "I came chasing a Soaring