The two sat facing each other across a wooden table.
Song Wen even brewed some spirit tea and placed a cup before Bai Guling.
"Fellow Daoist, we have never met before. Can you explain why you have come now?"
"Never met before?" Bai Guling left the tea untouched, her eyes fixed on Song Wen. "Fellow Daoist Wei Xuan, honest people need not speak in riddles. Why keep hiding?"
Song Wen's brows creased slightly, and the hand holding his teacup paused for an instant.
Still, he forced a look of confusion onto his face.
"You must have mistaken me for someone else, Fellow Daoist. My name is Yuan Wu. I do not know any 'Wei Xuan.'"
Bai Guling's red lips curved slightly, as though she had long since seen through Song Wen's clumsy disguise.
"Fellow Daoist Wei Xuan, half a year ago, a Tribulation Transcendence stage cultivator named Wei Xuan appeared at the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion to inquire about an airship bound for Great Granary City. Afterward, his whereabouts became unknown."
"Now, half a year later, Wei Xuan has not appeared, but another Tribulation Transcendence stage cultivator-you-has come to board the ship."
"Yet you claim to have nothing to do with Wei Xuan. Do you think I would believe that?"
After hearing Bai Guling's explanation, Song Wen's anxious heart actually relaxed a little.
So Bai Guling was merely guessing. She had not seen through his disguise.
"Fellow Daoist, I truly do not understand what you are saying. This Wei Xuan you speak of merely happens to have a cultivation level close to mine. It is pure coincidence. To conclude that I am Wei Xuan based on that alone is far too rash," Song Wen said.
Bai Guling seemed certain that the man before her was Wei Xuan. Her expression did