As Xu Xiaoshou spoke, he saw Elder Sang's expression shifting between light and dark, his hand already raised high. He immediately retreated several steps.
By then, he and the old man had put several yards between them.
The two faced each other from afar.
Though it was clearly an exchange between master and disciple, they looked like sworn enemies meeting face-to-face, each exceptionally guarded against the other.
"You little brat!"
Elder Sang was so angered he laughed. Realizing he had frightened the boy, he lowered his hand.
He had to admit that Xu Xiaoshou's chain of deductions had once again truly shocked him.
Just like that time back at the Spirit Palace, they were basically...
Not the slightest bit off!
What kind of little brain does this kid have?
Elder Sang felt rather vexed.
He had clearly been doing his utmost to suppress this fellow's growth.
After all, even if the boy possessed an inherited ability to fight above his rank, he was still only Innate.
If he truly faced a Throne, a Cutting Path, or a dangerous situation like this one—where even Taixu and the Seven Sword Immortal had appeared—
Fighting above his rank was sheer nonsense! Developing steadily was the path Xu Xiaoshou ought to have taken.
But clearly, judging by Xu Xiaoshou's talent for stirring up trouble, developing in a wretched and stealthy manner really did not suit the road ahead of this kid.
Perhaps he ought to change his approach... Elder Sang mused inwardly, but his expression remained unmoved. "What are you trying to insinuate with all that yin-and-yang sarcasm?"
"This old man is right here. Is there anything you can't say plainly?"
There was an obvious urge to beat someone in his voice.
Xu Xiaoshou glanced at his lowered hand and rolled his eyes inwardly.