When Soldier Lin heard the young man speak like that, a trace of displeasure immediately rose in his heart. He frowned. "Liang, you don't understand Zhang Xuanxiu. You can't speak of him like that."
The young man's expression was full of certainty. "I'm not talking nonsense. Zhang Xuanxiu is so capable he can even slay an evil god's true spirit. Where couldn't he go? Why did he have to come to our Wei Clan Army?
"Uncle Lin, have you thought about it? When would such an outstanding cultivator ever come to some local place in the past? The Military Affairs Office in Sky City would have kept him long ago.
"I dare say Zhang Xuanxiu's record must be utterly ordinary—so ordinary that the Military Affairs Office wouldn't even give it a second glance. Then there's a problem here: why would he conceal his origins?
"Say he has no problems, say he has no purpose—I don't believe it!"
Soldier Lin shook his head. "By your reasoning, if Zhang Xuanxiu had some purpose, he should simply hide himself well. Why would he display his abilities instead? Isn't that a contradiction?"
The young man immediately said, "That's exactly how he's trying to win your trust. It must be one of his purposes."
Soldier Lin laughed. "What do we have that Zhang Xuanxiu needs to win our trust for? Liang, Uncle Lin knows you mean well for the Wei Clan Army, but aren't you overthinking this?"
"I'm not overthinking it!"
The young man stared at Soldier Lin. "Have you forgotten why our Wei Clan Army suffered that calamity back then?"
Soldier Lin froze, then deeply furrowed his brow.
The young man stepped two paces closer and stared at him. "Uncle Lin, if you ask me, this Zhang Xuanxiu may well have come for that