"Uncle Lingguang, why aren't you saying anything?"
"What is there to say? This venerable one was ambushed by that old thief Que Xin. My physical body was destroyed, and my Primordial Spirit fled afar. That old thief has been a bastard since childhood, putting on one face before others and another behind their backs. No one knows his methods better than I do. To evade his pursuit, I had no choice but to discard all my cultivation and start anew."
A sinister look surfaced on Xiang Yuan's face. Putting himself in his martial uncle's shoes, he cursed his master until he was drenched in dog's blood.
As for whether Que Xin had foreseen this...
The future could wait. The urgent matter was to bluff this demoness past.
Whether he could escape today depended entirely on this three-inch tongue that never rotted!
Chan'er suddenly understood. "No wonder Uncle Lingguang is so frail. Chan'er feels like she could pinch you to death with one finger. So you're cultivating anew in another life. You really were willing to do it, old sir. Aren't you afraid of dying halfway through?"
As she spoke, her smiling face grew even more innocent.
"Though my previous cultivation could shake heaven and earth, it had too many flaws. Only by cultivating anew could I make up for them. I know the road ahead is perilous, but so what? It is still better than standing still," Xiang Yuan said unhurriedly.
"But Chan'er still feels that something is wrong."
"You little girl, why do you have so much nonsense to say? Do you think that now Uncle has fallen like a tiger onto the plains, you can knead and pinch me as you please?"
"Chan'er would never dare. In Chan'er's heart, Uncle Lingguang has always been that towering great demon.