Seeing that a war of words was about to break out, Xu Yi swept out a palm of light. The green-robed middle-aged man instantly turned to dust, without even a wisp of his Primal Soul escaping.
Ten sentences could not compare to that single palm. The entire scene fell deathly silent, and the few who had been preparing to condemn Wang Lun in unison stood there dumbfounded.
Xu Yi did not even look at them. Fixing his gaze on Wang Lun, he said, "Go on. I'm very interested in that secret art of yours."
Wang Lun's face was deathly pale; he had clearly been badly frightened. He sent a voice transmission: "Senior, have you heard of the Wang Household of the Mysterious Mechanism Pavilion?"
Xu Yi replied by voice transmission, "Of course. The Mysterious Mechanism Pavilion was destroyed three hundred years ago. It was said to excel in mechanisms, formations, and artifact refinement. Are you a surviving branch of the Mysterious Mechanism Pavilion?"
Wang Lun sent a voice transmission: "That's right. If not for my family's inherited knowledge, I wouldn't have been able to see through the key to it. Actually, it was an accident that I discovered a way to predict the Chaos Demons' movements."
"When we enter this Purple Domain in search of so-called opportunities, most of the time those opportunities mean precious Spirit Cores."
"But in the Purple Domain, perception is useless, making it extremely difficult to hunt down Chaos Demons. By contrast, Chaos Demons have keen senses here and can detect cultivators in advance."
"Out of habit, I started wondering whether I could come up with a way to predict the presence of Chaos Demons..."
Wang Lun's account was long-winded, and he did it on purpose. His goal was to draw closer to Xu Yi through