If this wasn't stark, raving madness, what was?
After this incident, the Saints naturally regarded Lin Tian as their equal.
The reason Tongtian could do nothing to the other Saints was that none of them underestimated him. They took every precaution when facing him. Never mind fighting him in primordial spirit form-even if Tongtian approached with a Bamboo Staff in hand, they would cautiously retreat a thousand miles away.
Now that the other Saints treated Lin Tian with the same caution, he naturally had no opening to exploit.
"By the way, brother, I came especially to see you not only to offer my congratulations, but also to tell you something important: Jieyin isn't dead!"
"I already knew that."
This time, it was Tongtian's turn to be astonished. "How did you know?"
One of Tongtian's disciples had once been ambushed with the Six-Soul Banner. Having witnessed his disciple's terrible plight firsthand, Tongtian had recognized that Jieyin had escaped the Six-Soul Banner's Curse-Killing on the final day. But Lin Tian had never used this magic artifact, so how could he have known?
On second thought, however, Lin Tian had countless schemes in mind and had even taken action against Saints. It was only natural that the strange final scene on the Myriad Images Mirror would have aroused his suspicions.
"Then where do you think Jieyin is now?"
Lin Tian had already secretly transmitted his suspicions about Golden Cicada to Tongtian. Thus, the two made no effort to keep their conversation from Golden Cicada's ears. On the contrary, they were deliberately speaking for him to hear.
"My guess is that idiot Jieyin must be hiding in some Buddhist Temple."
The moment the word "idiot" reached Golden Cicada's ears, anger flared within him. A savage gleam filled his eyes, and he looked as though