"You don't know?"
The Xiguang Sect cultivator in gray-black Daoist robes first glanced again at the man kneeling on the ground, who had already fallen into utter confusion.
Then his gaze returned to Chen Yan.
"This junior did tell that man where I came from not long ago. How could this happen? I don't know, but everything this junior just said was the absolute truth!"
Chen Yan remained perfectly calm inside, yet he continued to put on a show of stumbling over his words, too panicked to choose them carefully.
He absolutely could not expose himself here.
Even though he could reload after dying, killing him might not be what the other man intended.
If he fell into the hands of the Hidden Sects...
He could fool Xu Che once, but he would never fool him a second time.
Let alone the Ascension Realm True Persons of the Hidden Sects. If he truly fell into their hands, he would have no way to escape and could only leave his fate to heaven.
So he had to avoid unnecessary trouble as much as possible.
"But what reason do I have to believe you?"
The mysterious Xiguang Sect cultivator spoke.
"Th-this junior, this junior..."
Chen Yan's eyes darted about, and he shuffled backward. Then, as though he had suddenly tripped over something, he toppled back.
At that very moment, a thin book suddenly fell from inside Chen Yan's Daoist robe.
The Immortal Cultivator in gray-black Daoist robes fixed his gaze on the book, then slowly bent down to pick it up and lightly brushed the dust from its cover.
"Collected discourses of Purple Jiao..."
He slowly read the five large characters on the cover, then raised his eyes to look at Chen Yan again.
"You're going to participate in the Purple Jiao