Strange Tales and the Time of Ages

"Go ahead."

"Yes." The Master of White Cloud Mountain made a point of explaining that he had heard this from others as well.

So as not to sound too certain and invite unnecessary trouble.

He recalled the Azure Cloud Banquet from some time ago.

He had vaguely guessed that Lu Qing seemed interested in the customs here.

Lu Qing had not hidden his purpose, after all. The gap in their cultivation was too vast; if he still had to conceal the purpose behind his words and make people guess back and forth, it would only waste time.

It was only natural for him to be interested in such things.

If one had not carefully deduced it, who could have guessed that he was a cultivator who had arrived from later ages?

Even deduction would yield no results.

Even if an Immortal from the Primordial Immortal Path appeared here now, Lu Qing was mentally prepared.

After all, with Heavenly Secret Deduction and the concealment of time, creating that vague, shadowy sense of inscrutable heavenly secrets was not difficult.

Yet the more one concealed something, the more mysterious it became, enticing others to investigate. Lu Qing had turned his own destiny, Fate Allotment, Destiny Pattern, aura, and everything else into a distant, obscure, unknowable presence.

Naturally, his Destiny did not correspond to himself.

The same went for everything else.

Even if someone came to investigate, the faint and boundless Energy Flow of the Immortal Path on him could not be faked.

But that was for cultivators—and for the Will of the Nine Heavens here.

Lu Qing had made preparations as well. The suppression of Heaven and Earth was not so intense because he had fabricated an identity capable of deceiving the heavens.

After all, the Heaven and Earth of the later ages