Hearing Miao Wan'er ask that,
A strange expression appeared on Lin Xuankong's face. He turned to look at Miao Wan'er, only to see Third Miss Miao staring intently at him with her lovely eyes.
Lin Xuankong's heart stirred, and he secretly thought:
This little girl has been asking one question after another, and now she suddenly asks what I would do if I were that black-clad immortal master. Could she already be starting to suspect that I am the Black-Clad Ghost-Faced Immortal Master?
That shouldn't be possible! When I left the tavern earlier, I hadn't drawn anyone's attention. After returning to the tavern, I had worn black clothes, put on the Ghost Face Mask, and deliberately altered my voice with true qi. There shouldn't have been the slightest flaw!
Yet judging from the little girl's gaze at that moment, she clearly did suspect him a little. Her intuition was truly outstanding and unlike anyone else's. After all, Ding Ye, the officer whom he thought highly of and greatly wished to take as a disciple, as well as the other officers, had not sensed the slightest abnormality!
It seemed that this little girl truly possessed something unique, since Demonic Daoist He had taken a liking to her and directly accepted her as a disciple! Aside from intending to use Miao Wan'er as a cultivation cauldron, Demonic Daoist He had probably also noticed her unusual talent! It was simply that Lin Xuankong had never considered taking disciples before, so he had never thought of testing the cultivation talents of Miao Yunhu and this little girl Miao Wan'er!
At that thought, Lin Xuankong silently made a decision, then spoke:
"I am merely an ordinary mortal. No matter what decisions I make or what thoughts I have, I could never be like that black-clad