Zhang Tie had not expected that after merely letting Bian Heng take his pulse, Bian Heng would learn so much from him. This Black-Handed Yama truly lived up to his reputation. And the fact that Bian Heng could discern his injuries instead filled Zhang Tie with delight.
At this moment, Zhang Tie was not afraid of Bian Heng learning his origins or his injuries. What he feared was that Bian Heng would know nothing at all—that would only waste his time and make this trip for nothing.
Some secrets—since even the Devil Emperor who bore him the greatest malice already knew them, Zhang Tie found it far less difficult to accept others learning them as well.
"Since you know I was injured by a Devil Emperor, then you should know that I am not on the same path as the Devil Race. I would never do anything harmful to the human race, nor would I cause trouble on your Hutuo Mountain..." Zhang Tie looked at Bian Heng, his expression calm. "As for my real name, certain circumstances would make it troublesome if I revealed it. I do not wish to deceive you either, so I will not mention my former name. My current name is Golden Crow!"
Since he held hopes for Bian Heng and wanted this man's help in restoring his sea of qi to normal, he needed to establish at least a basic level of trust. Therefore, Zhang Tie did not try to fool Bian Heng. What he could not say, he simply would not say. He did not believe Bian Heng could know that he was Zhang Tie, the Dragon Emperor.
"Golden Crow?" Bian Heng savored the name, then rose from his chair without even realizing it. He circled Zhang Tie twice, scrutinizing him from head to