The yellow-robed middle-aged man was utterly stunned. The fact that the other man had called out his surname was already beyond his understanding, and then he exposed the deepest secret buried in his heart, leaving him completely dazed.
He was a cultivator. Though he believed in ghosts and gods, he knew they had once been people too, and he didn't particularly revere them.
Yet Xu Yi's abilities had already exceeded the limits of his understanding.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up. Staring at Xu Yi, he asked, "Could you be one of the legendary masters of physiognomy?"
Xu Yi's heart stirred. That's a pretty good excuse. I was just wondering how to play the part of a mystic. "Indeed, you are the Chosen of Destiny, a man of uncommon insight. I am the legendary Straw-robed Divine Phase."
"The Chosen of Destiny?"
The yellow-robed middle-aged man stared blankly. "Are you talking about me?"
Xu Yi wore an inscrutable expression. "Do you think I'd shorten my lifespan and pry into the secrets of heaven for just any Tom, Dick, or Harry?"
The yellow-robed middle-aged man stared at Xu Yi and sneered. "Do you take me for a three-year-old child, ready to believe your nonsense after a couple of tall tales? Whatever your purpose is, just say it. I don't have time to waste with you. If you have any improper designs on me, I'm just one life. Kill me or cut me up as you please."
Xu Yi laughed heartily. "If that's the case, then there's nothing more to say. What use would I have for your life? Since fate has not brought us together, go on your way."
The yellow-robed middle-aged man suddenly froze.
His words just now had been nothing more than a deliberate attempt to sound Xu Yi out.
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