The old man's question was reasonable, and Zhang Xiaohua truly found himself at a loss for words.
Yet the reasons behind it could not be told to outsiders. Zhang Xiaohua immediately burst out laughing. "You old fellow, you really make no sense. If this Daoist says this thing is mine, then it is mine. Why would I need any reason?"
"That is true. Daoist Priest, you are one of the immortal path, your divine abilities vast beyond anything I can match. But... all matters under heaven cannot escape the word 'reason.' If Daoist Priest cannot produce some proof to convince me, then I..."
The old man did not continue with any threats, but his grip on the jade ruyi tightened again and again. Zhang Xiaohua swept it with his divine sense and found that the jade ruyi pulsed with nimble spiritual fluctuations. It seemed to be a magical artifact of the immortal path, though he did not know what it could do. After some thought, Zhang Xiaohua smiled. "That is easy. This Daoist can naturally give you a reason. But... you must first tell this Daoist who you are."
The old man froze, then thought for a moment before saying, "Since Daoist Priest asks, how could I refuse to answer?"
"Good!" Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaohua reached into his robes and drew out Chasing Dream. He did not form any hand seals. Instead, he simply tossed it into the air, then used his divine sense to control Chasing Dream according to the formula of Sword Manifests the World. Chasing Dream hovered in midair, utterly motionless at first. Then it suddenly emitted a faint gleam. The light flashed once and vanished, while Chasing Dream abruptly shot forward like lightning, streaking straight toward the old man!
"Ah?" The old man had been