"If I didn't keep an eye on you, who knows what kind of trouble you'd stir up? You switched to cultivating the Corpse Path, but from what I can see, you're not cultivating the Corpse Path at all. You're cultivating the Blood Path instead." The white-robed young man's tone was indifferent, as if he didn't take the Blood Ancestor seriously.
"Hmph, what would a mere clone know? Don't think you can fool this Ancestor. You have the aura of a Mahayana cultivator, but at most you've got three or four tenths of your true self's strength. A true Mahayana cultivator wouldn't have so much time to follow me around." The Blood Ancestor was unconcerned.
The white-robed young man frowned. "You knew all along?"
The Blood Ancestor gave a quiet snort. "Obviously. I only kept quiet because my cultivation wasn't high enough before. You really think I've lived for over a hundred thousand years in vain? If you weren't following me around like a dog-skin plaster, I wouldn't have bothered pointing it out."
"Even as a clone, you're not at full strength right now. That's more than enough to deal with you. You'd better not get any other ideas!"
"I'm warning you: stop following me, or don't blame me for showing no mercy. Even if I'm not at full strength, what can a mere clone do to me? I've killed several Body Integration Cultivators from the Ximen Immortal Clan, let alone a clone like you." The Blood Ancestor sneered, his arrogance soaring to the heavens.
Back then, he hadn't even taken True Lord Tian Xu seriously. The white-robed young man before him was only a clone. Even if his true self showed up, what did the Blood Ancestor have to fear?
A flash of anger crossed the white-robed young man's eyes.