"Dealing with smart people really is comfortable."
Before Zhang Lingshan had even seen who had come, he said with a smile, "Since you knew I was waiting for you here and still dared to come, it's clear you're very confident. You came prepared."
"Heh."
A black-robed figure appeared before Zhang Lingshan with a whoosh. Who else could it be but Chu Heng?
He had returned to the way he had first dressed here, hiding his head and showing his tail, making it impossible to see his face clearly.
"You recognized me back at the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce. Looks like your Immortal Divine Sense is quite good. You even discovered the mark I planted on you. You ran here alone, specifically to lure me over, without even calling for a helper. If we're talking confidence, you're even more confident than I am."
Chu Heng sneered.
Zhang Lingshan said, "Naturally. I am the Saint Son of the Ice Spirit Sect, one who may not appear even once in tens of thousands of years, unique through all ages. To deal with a mere unaffiliated cultivator like you, why would I need helpers?"
Chu Heng laughed loudly. "Haha, I've long heard that the Saint Son of the Ice Spirit Sect is arrogant and conceited, looking down on everyone. It turns out to be true. But while you have no helpers, I do. I've always been cautious in how I handle things. I would never be so overconfident."
"Is that so?"
Zhang Lingshan smiled mockingly and said, "What kind of helper could a tiny Golden Immortal unaffiliated cultivator like you invite? As long as they aren't above the Golden Immortal realm, they're all nothing but ants. Coming here would just be sending themselves to die."
"Haha."
Chu Heng laughed loudly. "What a coincidence. This