"What brings you here?"
Jiang Tian repeated the question exactly as Lei Xinjing would have said it, drawing on his memories.
With the golden trait [World-Shocking Wisdom], imitating another person's manner of speaking came as easily to him as turning his hand.
While he was at it, he extracted both their traits.
The female demonic cultivator was Lei Xinjing's senior sister, Leng Hanshuang. The old man was Qin Zhen.
"The boy said he wanted to join the White Lotus Sect. He brought an important piece of intelligence, too."
"What intelligence?" Leng Hanshuang's fine brows drew together as she asked with some curiosity. Then puzzlement crossed her face. "If he came to join us with intelligence, why didn't you bring him along?"
"Heh! If I take his intelligence, won't all the credit be mine?" Jiang Tian said with a smile, a glint flashing in his eyes.
"As for the intelligence... Jiang Tian has appeared on this battlefield!"
"What?!" Leng Hanshuang cried out. Her cool eyes suddenly blazed.
Even Qin Zhen, who looked so old he might be buried at any moment, had a startling gleam burst from his clouded eyes.
"Good, good, good!" A chilling smile curved Leng Hanshuang's face, usually as unmoved as an ancient iceberg. "I thought he'd keep his head tucked inside his shell and hide in his sect forever. Who knew he had a little backbone!"
She drew a deep breath and fixed a burning gaze on "Lei Xinjing," excitement barely contained in her voice. "Junior Brother, is this news really true?"
"Of course it is," Jiang Tian answered with a smile. Without drawing attention, he edged a little closer to Leng Hanshuang.
"Good, good, good!" Overjoyed, Leng Hanshuang clenched her fist. "Once we no longer have to maintain the formation in a few hours, we'll gather