With Yun Duanshui posing a threat, Chen Lin became more cautious.
He never took a single step outside the city and avoided secluded places as much as possible, keeping to the market as he searched for a way to resolve the strange energy inside his body.
He did not practice the two soul secret arts he had acquired either. Although he was fairly certain there was nothing wrong with them, he set them aside for the time being, just to be safe.
Half a month passed in a flash.
To Chen Lin's surprise, Yun Duanshui made no move at all.
This puzzled him greatly.
If not for his absolute faith in his own innate talent, he would have wondered whether he had become like a bird startled by the twang of a bow.
After considering the matter repeatedly, he felt that the man must have had some misgivings.
Putting himself in the other man's shoes, the most likely explanation was that Yun Duanshui could not uncover his background and therefore dared not act rashly.
And there was only one thing that could have made the man suspicious of his identity: his silver soul.
The man must have discovered his silver soul. Otherwise, Chen Lin could not think of any other explanation.
His Nascent Soul cultivation was nothing in the man's eyes, but a silver soul was different. It represented an elevation in the level of one's existence, something ordinary cultivators could not achieve. In terms of the soul alone, a silver soul ranked even higher than a Spirit Transformation Cultivator's primordial spirit.
If he saw someone whose soul was utterly different from that of a normal cultivator, he would also weigh his options carefully. The unusual often signified something uncanny and powerful.
However, given the man's standing, he probably would