Chen Lin shifted back to one side, then looked at Huo Yuntao, whose cultivation had risen to the Nascent Soul stage. "You aren't Huo Yuntao. Who are you, and why are you targeting me?" he demanded coldly.
The aura emanating from the man was deeply sinister. He was certainly no ordinary cultivator.
Moreover, with his cultivation and Huo Tingfeng's, these two Nascent Soul Cultivators could already run rampant across the Far North. If they wanted Qin Lingyu and the others' treasures, they could simply seize them. Even Xun Ji's presence would have been no cause for concern.
That meant their most likely purpose in doing all this was to lure him here.
"Heh, it seems you're not entirely stupid." Huo Yuntao chuckled softly. His figure distorted, instantly transforming into someone else.
"It's you!"
Chen Lin was shocked when he saw the face the man had assumed.
He was actually the Black Little Man who had controlled the Golden Flood Dragon and forced him into the Rainbow Vortex in the Wuding Sea!
Although his body was several times larger now, his transformed face was exactly the same. Chen Lin remembered the Black Little Man vividly; there was no mistaking him.
Besides, black qi now surged around him, and he held that Black Umbrella in his hand. That left no room for doubt.
"Heh heh, I never expected you to remember This Venerable One, much less emerge alive from the Rainbow Fan. What a surprise!"
Huo Yuntao grinned savagely, his tone carrying an inscrutable undertone.
Chen Lin's eyes flickered. He glanced at Qin Lingyu and the others, whom the man had knocked unconscious, then looked toward Huo Tingfeng on the other side while remaining on full alert.
"Since the grandson has been possessed, I assume the grandfather is no longer himself either.