Zhao Qiansun stared suspiciously at Ouyang, who seemed to be joking. For some reason, hearing those words from Ouyang's mouth, he kept feeling that the man was not joking with him.
"Are you fellow disciples really that close?" Chang Suzhen asked mildly, leaning against her throne.
"Your Majesty, this fellow Daoist and I merely hit it off at first sight. We do not share a master. I am nothing more than a rogue cultivator!" Hearing Chang Suzhen's words, Zhao Qiansun immediately spoke up to distance himself from Ouyang.
"You don't share a master?" Chang Suzhen gave Zhao Qiansun a peculiar look and asked in some confusion, "Don't you have an inheritance?"
Zhao Qiansun answered earnestly, "Back then, I lost my footing and fell into a mountain valley, where I happened upon an immortal's inheritance. Thanks to the immortal not spurning me, I cultivated my abilities, so I have no connection to the Azure Cloud Sect!"
Hearing Zhao Qiansun's confident words, Ouyang and Chang Suzhen both wore peculiar expressions.
Losing one's footing, falling into a valley, and randomly obtaining a supreme cultivation art-clichés like that were a dime a dozen even in the Cultivation World.
"Don't you know what the immortal who taught you your cultivation technique looks like?" Chang Suzhen could not help asking. As Hu Yun's bedmate, she was naturally very familiar with his inheritance, and she would not tolerate Zhao Qiansun making such a farce in the Ten Thousand Demon Nation.
Zhao Qiansun straightened slightly and declared in a ringing voice, "Naturally, I would never dare forget. The immortal wore gray Daoist robes, carried himself with commanding dignity, and had extraordinary looks. Beneath his wild, unrestrained manner lay the bearing of an otherworldly expert!"
Speaking of the immortal who had given him his inheritance, Zhao Qiansun wore a