"Did that just now count as dangerous?" Tan Shuchang couldn't help asking. A trace of puzzlement appeared on his handsome, poetic young-master-like face.
Tan Shuchang truly found it strange.
Although this uncle-nephew pair included a middle-aged cultivator with profound demonic arts, whose strength was close to a Hundred-Year Cultivation and no weaker than Zhao Huaiji's, he didn't pose much of a threat to Tan Shuchang.
Moreover, Tan Shuchang had already noticed that although this middle-aged cultivator had also cultivated the Calamity-Crossing Immortal Scripture, he seemed to know only its first volume. He knew none of the remaining three.
Because his black-shadow Sword Qi was merely Sword Qi, and could only ever be Sword Qi.
"Fellow Daoist, one mustn't judge everything by appearances..."
The Mortal-Crossing Wanderer spoke meaningfully. Then he suddenly raised a hand and slapped his forehead, as though something had just occurred to him. "I'd forgotten. Fellow Daoist, you most likely have no inheritance to rely on. How about I tell you a story about Tianming?"
"Can I choose not to listen?" Tan Shuchang shook his head.
"You aren't curious?" The Mortal-Crossing Wanderer froze, looking rather taken aback.
Tan Shuchang shook his head again. "I only feel that if I hear this sort of story, I'll end up entangled in trouble I otherwise wouldn't have encountered."
Faced with something unknown and shrouded in mystery, no one could truly remain uncurious.
However, Tan Shuchang could restrain his curiosity.
"You needn't worry about that, Fellow Daoist." Upon hearing his reason, the Mortal-Crossing Wanderer immediately waved a hand and smiled. "Because after I told you to spend money to avert disaster, yet you insisted on involving yourself and even took the initiative to act, trouble was already coming for you. And it was certain to be great trouble."
"That Fellow Daoist Ning