"A personal disciple!"
The revelation of Lin Ke's identity naturally drew two cries of astonishment.
Of course, Lin Ke did not deny what that so-called "senior" had said.
Lin Xuanji?
Sorry, he was not his personal disciple, but his biological son.
A personal disciple... The Fire God Mantis could not help trembling inwardly, only to grow puzzled a moment later.
He was not puzzled by Lin Ke's identity. After all, it was perfectly natural for a prodigy like Lin Ke to be the Minister of Rites' disciple.
What puzzled him was...
Why had this senior's voice... changed?
He still remembered the earnest guidance this senior had given him when he first arrived here.
Yet now, this senior's voice was as shrill as a child's or a woman's.
"I am the Minister of Rites' personal disciple. What guidance might you have for me?" Lin Ke asked with a smile. "Would you care to show yourself so we can talk, senior?"
From the information he had gathered and his observations, he had just formed a suspicion.
Now that this so-called "senior" had immediately become frightened upon hearing that he was the Minister of Rites' personal disciple, Lin Ke had even more suspicions.
"Show myself? Ahem, ahem, ahem... no, no, no. Well, thank you, but no, no."
Panic seeped into the "senior's" voice. "These ruins are about to close. Sorry, I'm sorry!"
"I doubt those were the words your master left behind, were they?" Smiling, Lin Ke looked around.
"As far as I know, a powerful cultivator's lingering thoughts can only endure if their original body is still alive..."
"This is neither a world created by the Novelists' School nor a place protected by the Daoist School's formations and restrictions, yet you've existed for so many years..."
"When... did you awaken your intelligence?"