Xiao Yan's late Heavenly State Soul spread outward as he prepared to use Soul-Sealing Consciousness Suppression to control him first, then bring him into the Heavenly Tomb to see whether his ancestor, Xiao Xuan, had a way to deal with him.
Yet the instant Xiao Yan's soul stirred, the other party sensed it with astonishing sharpness, and his formerly impatient expression changed drastically.
Yan Xiwen immediately waved a hand to stop him. "Wait, hold on!"
Hearing that panicked cry, Xiao Yan halted and looked at him suspiciously.
"How... how do you know Heavenly Lightning Soul Forging?"
Not only had this mysterious soul detected Xiao Yan's soul attack, but he had also instantly identified the soul technique Xiao Yan cultivated. Even the usually calm Xiao Yan was deeply shocked.
This had never happened before. No matter how powerful other experts were, they could only sense that his soul was unusual; no one had ever directly exposed the soul technique he cultivated. Even his ancestor Xiao Xuan had been the same. This man could not possibly be stronger than Ancestor Xiao Xuan.
For that reason, Xiao Yan did not deny it. Instead, he directly asked, "Who are you? How do you know these things?"
Xiao Yan's tone grew increasingly hostile as he stared fixedly at Yan Xiwen. Before uncovering the full truth, he raised his vigilance toward the soul inhabiting Yan Xiwen's body yet again. A cultivation technique was, after all, what he relied on to survive. He could not allow others to know it so easily.
The soul within Yan Xiwen carefully recalled Xiao Yan's earlier soul fluctuations, then confirmed once more, "I only left behind one copy of Heavenly Lightning Soul Forging. It seems you were the one who obtained it!"
"Did you find it inside a great cauldron?"
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