"Something had always puzzled me, Miss Ling Xi. Did you know many things that we didn't?"
Lin Jun's sudden question interrupted the mother and daughter's conversation. Ling Xi whipped around, staring at Lin Jun in astonishment.
"In fact, although you had hidden it well, I'd always felt that something was off. I had always trusted my instincts."
Lin Jun continued. This time, not only Ling Zhi, but even Lao Xu turned to look. He looked at Lin Jun, then at Ling Xi, utterly unable to understand what Lin Jun was talking about.
"Is that so? What an incredible instinct."
Ling Xi was now nothing more than a pure mass of energy, yet even so, Lin Jun had sensed something unusual. His perception truly was remarkable.
"Tell me about it. About all of this."
Lin Jun had not actually noticed anything. In truth, he had held no guard against Ling Xi from the very beginning—but that was precisely what was strange.
How could he possibly have had no wariness whatsoever toward someone he knew nothing about? He had even believed everything Ling Xi said from the start. It was far too bizarre.
Yet Lin Jun had kept this question buried until now, only bringing it up at this moment.
It was not because he had only noticed it now, but because Lin Jun had grown stronger again.
Yes, unbelievable as it was, the Su Ming clone he had just killed had actually been counted as a demon. It had even been an independent individual, with its own set of thoughts.
In other words, that Su Ming clone could no longer be considered a clone. It had been another demon entirely, and killing it had brought Lin Jun an ocean of experience.
Lin Jun could not remember how long it had been