Upon hearing this, Jiang Yun was filled with doubts and could not help casting him an inquisitive look. "Fellow Daoist Hou Ming, do you feel the same way?"
Black Bird's description flashed through his mind.
Black Bird had once mentioned that their auras complemented each other. Whenever they cultivated together, the power of the Grand Dao surged like a raging river, rapidly circulating through them as though their bodies were immersed in the nourishment of some mysterious force, leaving them incomparably comfortable.
Yet for Black Bird, that wondrous experience had only happened once or twice. Over time, they had simply become friends.
But now, the moment Jiang Yun and Hou Ming met, that strange attraction had manifested so intensely. How could Jiang Yun not be wary?
"Perhaps I know the reason. This question has troubled me for a long time as well."
"It is only that Fellow Daoist Black Bird's realm is still too low, and the flames he can condense are limited, so the sensation was not obvious."
Dao Ancestor Hou Ming had no intention of concealing anything. He directly laid everything bare before Jiang Yun, then slowly began recounting the matter.
Jiang Yun listened intently. He was equally curious about the cause.
If Hou Ming had deliberately used some seductive technique, Jiang Yun could still understand it.
But in truth, there was no sign that Hou Ming was controlling him, yet that strange sense of intimacy undeniably existed.
Jiang Yun could clearly sense that Hou Ming had not done this intentionally. That was precisely why it seemed even stranger.
A layer of faint icy flame surrounded Dao Ancestor Hou Ming. His gaze was deep and distant, as if it had pierced through endless time and space and fallen into faraway memories.
"When I first arrived in the Underworld."