Xia Lin was, after all, a reincarnated Golden Core with an extraordinary mind. The sight before her had already allowed her to guess a great deal.
"How should I address you, True Lord?"
"Mystic Lord of Nonaction, Dao-Awakening, and Great Abundance."
Xu Xuan said calmly:
"Mu Youdu was also me. The enmity between us... is no small thing."
"Then you mean to kill me, Mystic Lord?"
"Not for now."
Xu Xuan smiled, then continued:
"I hear this is your second life, and that you once bore the noble blood of the Qu Clan. Your elder brother attained the lesser yin retainer position, yet you have lain in formlessness for so long without him paying you any heed."
"He will not intervene."
Qinglin's voice grew solemn as she said:
"He has always been like this. He never gives anyone a handle against him. If Qu Taichong came looking for me, he would certainly refuse to negotiate. If he deemed the price higher than the value of my life... he would abandon me without hesitation."
"Do you see this tribulation fire?"
Xu Xuan abruptly changed the subject, saying quietly:
"You once studied under Heavenly Thunder and attained the firmament position. Do you know the owner of this tribulation fire?"
"Yin Qingchen?"
Qinglin looked toward the tribulation fire burning within formlessness. Her heart suddenly trembled, and then she gave a bitter smile.
"That one would never spare me a second glance either. Though not the same sort of person as my elder brother, they share a similar coldness-so your battle with that one must have been over something else, Mystic Lord."
"Correct."
Xu Xuan replied calmly:
"I stormed Dust-Sweeping and fought that one. [Falling Sun]... what a formidable arrow. It struck from primordial heaven and postnatal heaven simultaneously. Not even formlessness could stop