Lu Ye stared at the little old man who had suddenly appeared in his Divine Sea. Recalling how his Divine Sea had been lightly stirred earlier, as though someone had knocked on a door, he immediately realized the other party's identity. "Origin consciousness?"
If he was not mistaken, the little old man before him was an existence like Little Nine and Flower Maiden, all manifestations of a realm's will.
The disturbance to his Divine Sea's defenses had undoubtedly been this man's doing.
The little old man nodded slightly. "Correct!" Then he asked, "Dao Tree Lineage?"
"What?" Lu Ye frowned, not quite understanding.
The little old man gave Lu Ye a deep look without explaining much. Yet Lu Ye clearly saw a trace of wariness in his eyes, though he did not know whether it was merely his imagination.
Just as Lu Ye was about to ask something, the little old man stared at the Seven-Colored Divine Lotus beneath Lu Ye's Divine Soul Spirit Body as though he had discovered a new continent. He exclaimed in surprise, "Spirit Warming Lotus?" After examining it closely, he shook his head to himself. "Not quite right. It is only a Clone. Boy, what is your relationship with the Soul Race?"
"I can barely be considered half a member of the Soul Race," Lu Ye answered casually.
The little old man's eye twitched visibly. What sort of answer was that? What did he mean, barely half a member of the Soul Race? Either he was or he was not—how could there be half? But seeing such a divine lotus in the other party's Divine Sea, he knew Lu Ye's relationship with the Soul Race was far from ordinary. Otherwise, he could not possibly possess such an object to guard his Divine Sea. This was not