"You have drawn the attention of the Xuan Clan of the Spirit Realm? Then the problem should not lie with me.
Among the branch of the Xuan Mo Realm, I am the strongest. Our cultivation levels are not far apart—how could I have planted a mark on you without anyone knowing, then kept you from discovering it afterward?"
Xuan Zhongtian was somewhat surprised. He had not expected Fang Xiao to resolve his branch, only to become entangled with the Xuan Clan's main line afterward. Even so, he firmly denied the matter.
Seeing that Xuan Zhongtian did not seem to be lying, Fang Xiao sorted through everything again in his mind.
Although he had passed through many blessed grottoes after the Realm Battlefield, there was one thing he could be certain of: before the trade fair, he had absolutely never encountered anyone from the Xuan Clan's main line.
Moreover, the Realm Battlefield's cultivation limit was peak Void Refining. No one could possibly have silently planted something like a Tracking Mark on Fang Xiao.
Yet during his first encounter with Xuan Wuji, although the man had hidden it well, Fang Xiao was certain that he had noticed him—and harbored a faint hostility toward him.
His actions at the trade fair to draw hatred, as well as the Xuan Qingzong's pursuit while concealing their identities, were all clear proof.
The Xuan Clan's main line had indeed placed him on its list of enemies.
Fang Xiao could think of only two reasons for this.
The first was his connection to the Yin-Yang Great Dao Sect.
The second was his entanglement with the Xuan Clan branch of the Xuan Mo Realm.
The former was unlikely. Huang Tianya, the only one who knew his identity, had no chance to leak it, because Fang Xiao had encountered