"Are you... Jiang Dao Lord?"
"Can you recognize me?"
Hearing Jiang Yan speak, the burly man, who looked just like a Black Bear spirit, froze for a moment. His aura shifted repeatedly, and at last, he finally took on a few of the features of the Saint Son of the Yu Long Sect.
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
He looked Jiang Yan over seriously. Within his eyes, seven-colored rivers flowed, as though the fates of countless people struggled and flickered within them, each one different from the next.
At the same time, he gently raised his right hand and pressed downward. A hundred-meter barrier instantly formed between them, preventing outsiders from peering inside.
"Oh? Saint Son Li, you have quite a way with things. You were actually able to recognize Jiang so quickly."
Jiang Yan raised his brows as well, his body transforming back into its original appearance. He thought:
The Yu Long Sect truly deserves to be called one of the Human Race's great powers. It really has no shortage of secret arts.
He and Li Longzi had only met once, yet the other party had recognized his True Body so quickly. It seemed his concealment secret art was still not subtle enough.
"Hehe, I was able to recognize you not for any other reason, but because your fate is far too wondrous."
"Since I formed my Dao, I have encountered countless people. There is no second person with a fate like yours, so naturally, I was able to determine your identity."
"Hehe, I should also give Fellow Daoist Jiang a warning. If you have not cultivated any secret arts related to fate, there is no need to conceal yourself before me."
"Because... it is meaningless."
Li Longzi also returned to his original appearance. He chuckled softly, and his gaze toward