That night, on Azure Light Island.
The weather remained foul. Dark clouds filled the sky, concealing the bright moon and allowing not a sliver of light to escape. Everything was oppressively gloomy, so dark that one could barely see a hand held before one's face.
In the central area above the island's Inner Lake, two groups of cultivators faced each other, two against four.
The two leaders radiated astonishing auras, like blazing suns locked in confrontation. Even a wisp of their presence leaking out terrified the other cultivators on the island into huddling like quails, heads bowed, trembling as they stood frozen, not daring to move.
"A contest of strength?"
Hearing True Lord Huang Ya's exceedingly arrogant, faintly provocative words, coupled with his affected manner, Lin Changheng's expression remained unchanged. In fact, his smile grew even more brilliant.
He was just about to say something.
Yet a concealed, imperceptible voice suddenly reached his ears, deep and rough. Who else could it have been but True Lord Huang Ya secretly transmitting his voice?
Lin Changheng raised an eyebrow and glanced over, only to find that True Lord Huang Ya's lips were not moving. He seemed to be transmitting his voice through-ventriloquism.
And what he said was-
"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Ten Thousand Longevity, please don't take offense at my rude words and manner just now."
Lin Changheng's thoughts stirred, but his expression remained normal. Then he deliberately transmitted a puzzled question. "Then why put on such an act, Fellow Daoist Huangya?"
Outwardly, however, the two remained at daggers drawn. None of the other four cultivators present could detect that the two Nascent Soul Cultivators were secretly exchanging messages and coming to an understanding!
"Hehe, here's the thing. My thinking is quite simple."
True Lord Huang Ya transmitted swiftly, with an inexplicable hint