Unenlightened stood behind him like a ghost. Although he could not see Hu Xiaotian's movements, nothing Hu Xiaotian had done had escaped his notice. The boy was certainly tenacious and decisive. Even without his intervention, those two could never have killed Hu Xiaotian and would have met the same end. He said quietly, "You drained their internal power!"
Hu Xiaotian's heart jolted, but he feigned composure. "What do you mean?"
Unenlightened said, "How could Yuankong's agonized screams that night have escaped my ears? I just never expected that old bald thief to be here too."
Only then did Hu Xiaotian understand. When he and Yuankong had fought for their lives that night, Unenlightened had been listening in the shadows all along. He had stayed hidden because the mysterious old monk Kongjian had appeared. Even someone as capable as Unenlightened had not dared emerge to confront Kongjian head-on, which showed how unfathomable Kongjian's martial arts were. Throughout those six days and nights, neither he nor Qi Danai had been threatened by Unenlightened. That was probably also because Unenlightened feared Monk Kongjian was still hiding in Cloudsplit Valley.
"What do you want?" Hu Xiaotian asked warily. His inner breath circulated naturally, and the power throughout his body stood poised to erupt. If Unenlightened meant him harm, his only choice was to fight for his life.
Unenlightened said, "You're a rare genius, the kind seen only once in a century. Yuankong's internal power shook past and present alike; no one in the world could rival him. Yet you actually drained him dry without your meridians bursting. If I'm not mistaken, the first half of the Void Art fell into your hands."
At this point, Hu Xiaotian had no reason to conceal it. He nodded. "I didn't know what technique I was practicing either.