"Hm? Wh-what do you mean?"
Water Yuanzi's words left Feng Yijue bewildered.
He furrowed his brow. "Are you saying someone else came here with you? But I haven't sensed anyone's presence besides yours."
He fixed Water Yuanzi with a cold stare. "Water Yuanzi, don't tell me you think you can fool me by pretending to be calm and putting on a show of force?"
"Even setting aside the fact that I haven't sensed anyone else, let's say someone really did have a unique Secret Technique that could evade my Divine Sense and perception. Do you think you'd be able to stand against the Immortal Sword passed down by Wenjian Cliff?"
"For that to be true, you'd have to be terribly naive and ignorant!"
"Beneath the Immortal Sword, no matter how many Mahayana Earth Immortals or Peak Figures there are, none of them could withstand the might of even a single strike!"
"Whether you're bluffing or really do have an accomplice, all your struggles are futile!"
By the end, Feng Yijue's bearing and tone had turned arrogant once more.
"Heh..."
Water Yuanzi chuckled, but didn't respond to Feng Yijue.
Instead, he looked up at a spot in the sky and called out, "Hey, kid, you really called it. Wenjian Cliff can actually wield that Immortal Sword."
"So I'll leave what comes next to you. I can't withstand the might of an Immortal Sword with my meager strength!"
As Water Yuanzi finished speaking, Feng Yijue froze again. Looking astonished and suspicious, he raised his head toward the spot in the sky where Water Yuanzi was staring.
Even now, he couldn't sense anyone's presence there, and uncertainty stirred in his heart.
Just then, a light laugh rang out. "Heh, you old fool. At least you have some Self-awareness! I told you earlier to