"When did you learn my true identity?" Su Yuan asked, standing with his hands behind his back.
"Oh, no—when did you learn his true identity? I have always acted according to my own rules. To avoid breaking them, I only allowed the memories in his mind to manifest when he was in danger."
At this moment, he seemed like a completely different person, utterly devoid of his former appearance.
It was not merely that his entire body radiated an air devoid of life; the youthful temperament between his brows was impossible to conceal.
Yet at this moment, Su Yuan's fleshly body emitted a dense aura of death. Even his soul seemed to continuously exude a breath from hell, leaving others feeling drowsy and muddled.
It was as though a single glance revealed a bottomless abyss, steeped in heavy decay—the aura of an aged soul.
"From the moment I learned that your goal was the Wind Thunder Pagoda, I knew your true identity. What you wanted was not that half-soul, but the soul within the Wind Thunder Pagoda that belonged to you... am I right, Lord Immortal?" When the Mysterious Old Taoist Priest spoke those last few words, his tone grew several degrees heavier.
Su Yuan burst into laughter upon hearing this.
"This little fellow had already sensed my existence before. That was why he did not resist your attack this time. Otherwise, with his attainments in formations, those bolts of lightning before you would never have been able to do anything to him. This little fellow... truly has a bit of this old man's shameless bearing from back then."
Su Yuan muttered.
The two traded words back and forth, leaving Ye Tian somewhat unable to make heads or tails of it.
"You built this Daoist temple back then, yet now