Tan Shuchang was astonished upon hearing this. He had never expected that someone in this place would actually recognize him. He could not help wondering who this man was, because he had absolutely no memory of him.
At this moment, the middle-aged man saw Tan Shuchang's confusion. He cupped his fists in greeting and explained, "I was fortunate enough to read Fellow Daoist Tan Shuchang's cultivation diary once. Moreover, I saw the self-portrait you deliberately left at the end. Though that portrait was only sixty or seventy percent like you in person, it still captured your spirit quite well. That was why I was able to recognize you."
After confirming that it was Tan Shuchang, the middle-aged man became noticeably more courteous.
Tan Shuchang only knew that after his cultivation diary had been stolen, several thousand copies had been reproduced. He truly had no idea that the other party had even added a portrait of him to the back of those copies.
For a moment, Tan Shuchang only wanted to spew a string of fragrant curses.
He had originally thought that, since he had transmigrated, his mother cultivated the Nine-Sons Mother Heavenly Ghost demonic art and had killed his nine unrelated older brothers for it, and since he had recently encountered the Weird Game, he had become somewhat immune to sudden, bizarre events like this.
Furthermore, the other party's methods were so mysterious that he could not detect them at all. He could only settle the score once his divine powers grew vast in the future. As a result, Tan Shuchang had already begun to care less about his diary being stolen.
But now that he heard this middle-aged demonic cultivator say such things, Tan Shuchang's teeth itched, yet he could not help feeling astonished as well.
What exactly was