Shen Luo's expression turned icy, and he said angrily, "I think you attacked Ao Hong and the others-that's why you have his scale. And now you've come to deceive me."
"Why would you say that, Fellow Daoist Shen?" Northern Abyss Kun asked with a frown.
"If you didn't attack them, how did you get Ao Hong's scale? Don't tell me you took it specifically to make me believe that nonsense you told me earlier. Your reaction when we met proves that it was just a chance encounter. Since it was a chance encounter, why would you have needed to take a dragon scale beforehand to convince me?" Shen Luo countered.
Northern Abyss Kun's expression stiffened at his words.
"Unless you have some divine ability to foresee the future?" Shen Luo asked, fixing his gaze on him.
As he spoke, magic power surged within his sleeves, and the atmosphere between them instantly grew tense, swords drawn and bows bent.
"Alas, Fellow Daoist Shen, I did indeed make up what I said earlier. In truth, I also fought Ao Hong and the others, but I used an avatar. Most of my attention was focused on dealing with the Ten Thousand Buddhas Golden Pagoda at the time, and I ended up losing on both fronts. This dragon scale was taken from Ao Hong by my avatar during that fierce battle," Northern Abyss Kun said with a sigh.
With that, he formed a hand seal, and a ripple of magic power immediately spread from his body.
Seeing this, Shen Luo and his two companions immediately retreated a little and raised their guard.
Northern Abyss Kun had no intention of attacking, however. His body merely blurred, his figure seemingly shaking violently, and a hazy afterimage soon appeared beside him.
A breath later, the afterimage solidified