"Given the situation back then, if I hadn't cultivated this secret art, I would have died without a doubt. It was merely a different way to die. As it turned out, my luck wasn't too bad." Lu Xiaotian smiled faintly. Back then, in the Blood-Colored Forbidden Land, if he hadn't cultivated the Soul-Splitting Secret Art and been able to control two magic artifacts at once, he would never have passed Dugu Han's trial. He would have died countless times over by now.
"That's no wonder, then. After cultivating it several times, your spiritual sense became this powerful, allowing you to detect other enemies in advance and avoid them?" Xiang Kuang asked.
"Then I obtained a treasure that could detect enemies in advance," Lu Xiaotian said with an indifferent expression.
"Your grandfather." Xiang Kuang rolled his eyes and spat out the words irritably. That silver-haired brat usually seemed taciturn, but he truly had no shortage of wicked ideas behind the scenes.
After fleeing for a while, Lu Xiaotian did his best to erase the faint traces of magical power they had left behind. When they reached a mountain spring, Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Kuang stopped.
"Who are you? Why did you save me?" He Hu asked weakly, looking at Xiang Kuang and Lu Xiaotian in confusion.
"He's just a stupid brat—and one of his own people at that. That old hag actually had the heart to do it." Xiang Kuang rubbed his head.
"I'm not a stupid brat. You're the injured old man. You're already so old, yet you're still wearing a red cloak meant for girls." Though injured, He Hu did not forget to argue back.
"Bullshit! My cloak is imposing and magnificent. How did it become something girls wear?" Xiang Kuang's veins bulged on his forehead as he flew