"Qin Wuyou, I know you've been hiding your abilities all these years. But I can tell you that here in the Xuantian Holy Land, you don't need to hide them, nor is there any reason to. At least in front of me, you have no need to do so."
The Holy Lord of the Xuantian Holy Land gazed at Qin Wuyou with an enigmatic smile. "Actually, I learned where you came from three years ago."
When Qin Wuyou heard the Holy Lord's final words, it was as though a thunderclap had exploded in his mind.
I learned where you came from three years ago!
The shock those words dealt Qin Wuyou was easy to imagine.
Three years ago, he had come from the Upper Realm.
At the time, a Dao Protector in the great saint realm had accompanied him.
Yet throughout these three years, he had never revealed his origins.
Even Lin Qingxue, whom he had fawned over for three years, knew nothing of his true origins.
It was easy to imagine how stunned Qin Wuyou was when he heard the Holy Lord of the Xuantian Holy Land say those words.
"Holy Lord, what exactly do you know?"
Though shaken, Qin Wuyou remained composed as he asked.
Until he heard the other man state his true origins himself, Qin Wuyou would never reveal his identity.
After all, his identity as the Imperial Scion of an Emperor Clan was far too earth-shattering.
If it were exposed, there would be two possible outcomes.
The first was that he would be killed outright.
Though Emperor Clans were powerful, that power lay within the Upper Realm.
An Emperor Clan's influence rarely extended into the Lower Realm.
Of course, the truly powerful Emperor Clans all had foundations of their own in the Lower Realm.
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