Lin Shuangmu asked reflexively, "Which Xin Tianjun?"
"Who else, Eight Sceneries Palace... Tianjun Xin Yi!"
"Are you sure?"
Do not blame Lin Shuangmu for not believing it, for the tiers of the two sides differed far too much. There was practically no chance of them ever meeting. How could he recognize him just like that?
He knew Wu Jing's foundation inside and out. As a rogue cultivator, reaching the Stepping Void realm was already quite remarkable. Knowing a bit of talismanic arts and understanding some artifact crafting, he could be considered coarse yet meticulous, but in front of Xin Yi—who was proficient in both of those crafts—if Wu Jing called him Grandmaster, the other man would not even bother to acknowledge him.
Wu Jing was also annoyed by the questioning, his face flushing with anger. "How can I not be sure? Not only am I sure, but this lord has even met him and spoken with him!"
Lin Shuangmu was stunned into silence.
Seeing that expression, Wu Jing gave two hums. "I am not spouting nonsense here! I still remember what I said that day... I went up and greeted him, saying, Junior Wu Jing, pays respects to Tianjun."
Lin Shuangmu only felt his whole body go weak, but fearing Wu Jing would truly get angry, he had to play along. "Then that Xin Tianjun..."
"He just said Welcome, welcome, very polite indeed!"
"...When was this?"
"At the banquet! Do you not remember? That friend I made at Hundred Refinements Gate a few years ago, Xu Bo, Old Three Xu?"
Lin Shuangmu jolted awake. "Hiss, that's right. I heard this fellow obtained a heavenly fortuitous encounter. Having dawdled at the Returning Elixir realm for many years, at the very twilight of his years he managed to enter Eight Sceneries Palace,