"Saint Pu, you seem to be overthinking things."
Chen Yan smiled and shook his head.
"Following my heart is my sword heart. I said that simply because it was what I wanted to do."
"But you are not a Sword Cultivator."
Pu Wenyu spoke, his tone calm yet firm.
"You merely possess Innate Sword Intent, and you have been putting on an act all along... the you standing before me now is not the real you."
Chen Yan was slightly dumbstruck.
He knew what Pu Wenyu was capable of. Back when Pu Wenyu had laid his cards on the table at the City Lord's Manor, he had demonstrated this power of insight once before.
Yet Chen Yan betrayed not the slightest hint of his surprise.
"I don't understand what you're talking about, Saint Pu."
"But everything I have said is correct, isn't it?"
Pu Wenyu sat beside the street, looking straight into Chen Yan's eyes.
"I have roamed freely across the Heaven-Stabilizing Continent for tens of millions of years. Over those tens of millions of years, I must admit that I have made many enemies."
"And?"
"Any enemy of mine who could have survived until now would have to be at least a Void Return Realm cultivator, and you are definitely not one of those enemies."
Pu Wenyu continued.
"Moreover, that strange art of yours that lets you return from death, resurrecting again and again, is far too distinctive... if I were to deduce further, I would be more inclined to believe that it is an innate divine ability."
Chen Yan's heart tightened once more.
A chill began to rise within him.
This fear had nothing to do with Karma or cultivation.
Rather, the sensation of being unraveled thread by thread was simply too unsettling.
"So, what sort of innate