He pondered for a long time.
Chen Lin felt that the elder of the Soulless Sect had most likely been referring to Zhou Jing.
Perhaps his words had also alluded to Chen Lin.
But in Chen Lin's case, it should have been no more than a probe. The elder had not confirmed his identity as a transgressor.
His situation was different from Zhou Jing's.
Zhou Jing could not cultivate, whereas he had no such restriction. His circumstances were more like those of an ordinary possessed body.
With that in mind, Zhou Jing's identity was all but clear.
A transgressor!
At the thought of this possibility, a strange expression crossed Chen Lin's face.
He wondered whether Zhou Jing retained his memories from before crossing over. If so, the man had hidden them remarkably well, fooling even him.
And judging from the various signs, it seemed more likely that Zhou Jing did possess memories of his previous life.
He might even have sensed that Chen Lin was a transgressor, which was why he had drawn close to him and become his disciple.
His purpose was self-evident: to find a way to cultivate.
After pondering a while longer, Chen Lin stopped dwelling on it.
Whether Zhou Jing was a transgressor was unimportant. Even if he had come from Earth like Chen Lin, it made no difference. Without a solution to his cultivation problem, he would live another few decades at most before reaching the end of his lifespan.
Once a person died, whatever peculiarities or schemes they had would become nothing more than passing clouds and smoke.
What mattered was that elder of the Soulless Sect.
Why had he said those things to him?
Was he warning him that something was wrong with Zhou Jing, trying to reveal some inside information, or luring