Ximen Ren
In a secluded, enormous canyon, weeds grew in abundance. Ximen Ren and the Blood Ancestor stood inside, both wearing strange expressions.
"All right, there's no one else here. We don't need to keep pretending." The Blood Ancestor spoke indifferently.
From his words, he was clearly acquainted with Ximen Ren.
"Hmph. What's that supposed to mean? You think this old man is close to you?" Ximen Ren sneered.
"There's no one else here. You don't need to put on an act. We've known each other for ages. Don't think I couldn't figure out who you were just because you hid it so easily back then." The Blood Ancestor looked disdainful, a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.
Ximen Ren gave a soft snort and said with a cold face, "Knowing each other is one thing. We were each getting what we wanted, that's all. If I'd known you were in league with the Devil Race, I never would have helped you."
"Heh heh, speaking of which, I really do owe you thanks. If you hadn't tampered with the Immortal Seeking Mirror, I truly wouldn't have known how to deal with the Five Great Immortal Clans' pursuit back then. But we made an exchange, and I taught you how to cultivate a Spirit Domain, so we're even. You, on the other hand, are the dignified ancestor of an immortal clan. I wonder what they'd think if they knew you'd helped this old man conceal his aura." The Blood Ancestor chuckled, his face full of amusement.
Ximen Ren's expression turned cold. "Are you threatening this old man? You really think I can't kill you?"
"Threatening you? Heh, I didn't say that. But if people found out you'd allied yourself with an Evil Demon like me, your reputation would be