"Who else could I be? Naturally, I'm a cultivator from the Ten Thousand Isles Continent!" Li Xiaoya shrugged at the question, then sat down. Spiritual light flashed in his hand, and a Small Bottle appeared. He opened it, poured out some crystal-clear liquid, and swallowed it, seemingly recovering his magic power...
"...!" Xu Shaogui and the others exchanged bewildered looks, but none dared question him. They were fish on a chopping board now, ready to be butchered at another's whim. Fairy Hanling hurriedly asked, "Fellow Daoist Jia Ming! What divine ability do you cultivate? Why didn't the Vermilion Jade Spirit-Refining Flower work on you?"
"Yes, Fellow Daoist Jia Ming! Just what happened?" The others hurriedly chimed in, looking intensely interested...
"Oh! Well..." Li Xiaoya seemed hesitant. "I won't hide it from you, fellow Daoists," he said gravely. "Several hundred years ago, I suffered an injury, and my entire physical body died. The body you see is merely a shell. This whole body is really nothing more than a skin bag. All I can use now are spells and spiritual qi..." He looked at the cultivators with a faint, ambiguous smile...
"Oh! Is that so? How did we fail to notice?" The cultivators exchanged looks, that thought flashing through their minds in utter shock... White Snake Fairy hurriedly asked, "What sort of injury did you suffer, Fellow Daoist Jia Ming?"
"I'd rather not discuss that!" Li Xiaoya replied mysteriously. After a pause, he added, "Actually, I went to your Sacred Lord Continent to find medicines to heal my injuries!"
"Oh! So that's it!" Understanding dawned on their faces. Although they still had plenty of questions, none dared risk their safety by asking more... They did not know how Li Xiaoya had concealed it from them, but at least this explained why