Back at Maple Forest City Daoist Academy, Zhang Linchuan had clearly possessed the greatest strength among the inner academy disciples, yet he had always remained beneath Zhu Weiwu and Wei Yan, maintaining a presence that was outstanding but never dazzling.
How was that any different from his current position in Deer Frost Commandery, where he had borrowed Lei Zhangan's shell, yet kept all his actions concealed behind the Zhou Family of the same commandery?
The Zhang Linchuan of old had kept his strength hidden, never showing his mountain or revealing his waters. Yet during the Maple Forest City tragedy, he had suddenly struck out and forcefully assassinated Wei Quji.
Wasn't such caution and decisiveness exactly what he had displayed while plotting against Shi Si and killing Lin Youxie?
And the cruelty with which he erased Lin Youxie—how similar it was to his casual execution of Fang Zehou with a bolt of lightning, and to the cold indifference with which he had beaten Wei Yan to death with his fists!
Among those who remained the same from beginning to end in this world, Zhang Linchuan surely counted as one.
At this moment, hearing Jiang Wang call out his name, he began applauding again. "Correct."
"I've become like this, and you still recognized me." He smiled and asked, "What is that called?"
His smile was so hateful. "Deep fellow-disciple affection? Hearts linked like Spirit Rhinoceroses?"
He had been watching Lei Zhangan for a very, very long time.
From the first time someone from the Lei Clan had come knocking and been drawn into the World of No-Life by him, he had taken an interest in the Lei Clan of Deer Frost. But he had always remained silent. The people Lei Zhangan sent came one after another; his World of No-Life refused no