"Young Master Fang, what do you mean?"
A flicker of astonishment crossed Yin Wuji's face. Then he realized what Fang Qianyuan meant, and blood surged to his head. His face alternated between red and white, turning utterly ugly.
Never in his life had anyone slapped him in the face so openly.
"I meant you nothing but goodwill. I offered to explore the great Dao of spell cultivation with you and give you a tremendous opportunity to attain transformation and everlasting life, yet you despise me so?"
Yin Wuji looked aggrieved and furious, bewildered and confused.
"You honey-tongued hypocrite. You clearly think nothing of me and want to deceive me, yet you put on this act!" Fang Qianyuan had no interest in even pretending to play along with him and spoke coldly.
"You..." Yin Wuji was stunned. He did not know that Fang Qianyuan had used Past Scene Retrospection to glimpse his conversation with his confidant. He thought Fang Qianyuan possessed some sort of mind-reading secret art.
Or perhaps those of the so-called Righteous Path were simply like this by nature, shouting for blood the moment they met someone, utterly deaf to reason.
Faced with this situation, he found himself at a loss for a moment.
Yin Wuji had intended to coax and deceive Fang Qianyuan, taking advantage of his youth and ignorance of the true value of Reverse Time Transformation to wheedle it out of him.
Besides, Yin Wuji was not entirely without leverage. The incomplete copy of Metal Spirit Transformation in his possession was the bait with which he intended to lure Fang Qianyuan into his trap.
As long as Fang Qianyuan knew the legend of the Flying Immortal Records and was interested in the other arts within it, there was no reason he would not take the bait.