The people who knew you best were often not your friends, but your enemies.
Friends got to know you out of interest. Some careless people could be friends with someone for decades and still have no idea what their friend liked to eat or do for fun.
But for enemies, knowing you was a necessity. Those who failed to study their enemies rarely lived long enough to become cautionary tales. Or rather, they became the cautionary tales themselves.
Demon God Tie Feiyan had never given up on dueling Demon God Yiwu. He had made countless preparations for that inevitable fight, including, of course, learning everything he could about Bi Lingkong.
He could not have known her private affairs, but he had gathered everything he could on her divine abilities, martial arts, and public fights, and had studied it all closely.
As his son, Tie Ying was well acquainted with that research.
After fighting Pan Long for more than twenty hours, he spotted the telltale signs.
"They used to say you were an Immortal or Buddha reincarnated. Looks like they got it wrong," he said suddenly. "You aren't."
Pan Long did not answer. No shit.
But Tie Ying's next words nearly made every hair on his body stand on end.
"If I'm not mistaken, you're Yiwu—Bi Lingkong's successor," Tie Ying said with a smile. "The one she'll pass her mantle to, who'll someday lead the Confucian School."
Pan Long's first thought was to draw his blade and cut him down.
Kill him to keep him quiet!
Then he realized that, with his own abilities, he would be lucky not to get killed. How could he possibly kill Tie Ying instead?
Tie Ying kept talking. "Your Body-Refining Technique is extraordinary. You've tempered your flesh and blood until it's tougher than steel forged