The Dragon-Robed Elder's phantom froze in midair.
Hearing the name Supreme One Immortal Court from a young man out of the Northern Lands shocked him even more than the earlier remark about his purple-gold aura growing thinner by the day.
"Where did you hear that name?"
The elder's voice was very low, but his oppressive presence silently swelled again, making the air throughout the courtyard feel thicker.
Standing behind Zhou Xuan, Lin Qingzhu hardly dared to breathe.
Zhou Xuan did not rush to answer.
He raised a hand and poured himself a cup of tea. The earlier burst of extreme cold had already frozen the tea into slush, but he did not care. He simply held it in his hand.
"Alliance Leader, you just asked how I knew your purple-gold aura was declining."
"Now you're asking how I know about the Supreme One Immortal Court."
He raised his head and faced the phantom.
"The answer is actually the same."
The elder said nothing, waiting for him to continue.
"I can see things."
Zhou Xuan paused, choosing the vaguest explanation he could.
"I can see flaws within the laws. To my eyes, the cracks in your Immortal Vein Origin and the traces left behind by that name are connected."
That was half truth, half falsehood.
The Supreme One Divine Eye could indeed reveal the structure of laws, but he had deduced the name Supreme One Immortal Court from the Supreme One Art he cultivated.
The two shared the same origin. He had sensed it as soon as he entered the Central Province, but he could not reveal a single word of that.
The elder stared at him for a long time.
Those eyes could pierce through all things, yet this time, he could not detect the slightest flaw in Zhou Xuan's