Lin Changqing gently set down his teacup.
He looked up at Zhou Xuanji across from him, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Qingwu Heavenly Lord, from the Eastern Azure Continent."
"I spent many years in seclusion. Only recently did I encounter a bottleneck and venture out to travel."
"It is only natural that you have never heard of me."
His tone was casual, as though he were exchanging pleasantries with a traveler he had met by chance.
Zhou Xuanji hastily nodded.
"You are right, senior."
"Never mind me—even the Saint Lord himself had never heard your name before."
He was telling the truth.
Immortal Lord Cangmo, the Saint Lord of the Cangwu Holy Land, had presided over it for millions of years.
He knew all the Human Race's cultivators at the peak True Immortal stage.
Yet this "Qingwu Heavenly Lord" before him seemed to have appeared out of thin air.
Lin Changqing did not dwell on the subject.
He changed tack.
"You just said the Blazing Lion Demon Court had massed a million troops and might invade the Purple Cloud Domain at any moment."
"And that some Golden Qilin Demon Court would come looking for trouble with me."
"What exactly is going on? Explain it in detail."
At that, Zhou Xuanji's expression grew slightly solemn.
He gazed at Lin Changqing with a complicated look in his eyes.
The other man's expression was calm, with just the right trace of puzzlement in his eyes.
He looked... genuinely unaware.
But Zhou Xuanji had lived for so many years that he knew full well: the more natural something appeared, the less readily one should believe it.
This man is, after all, at the peak True Immortal stage.
*If he deliberately diverted the flood of trouble onto us, his acting would surely be