At the Governor's Residence, Maitreya, who had been watching all along, suddenly came back from the dead. "This fellow seems to be a half-demon."
How quick of you to notice, Lianshan Xin thought. You almost noticed before I did.
"At the Demon Race's height, the Qilin stood at the head of all walking beasts. This fellow must have mistaken you for the Qilin Demon Emperor." Maitreya displayed his extensive knowledge. He had thought this wise reminder would surely pour enlightenment into Lianshan Xin's head and make him bow in worship.
Instead, Lianshan Xin barely reacted.
No, Lianshan Xin was even a little scornful.
"Boy, what kind of reaction is that?"
Lianshan Xin spoke to Maitreya in his mind. "My son, you really are knowledgeable."
Maitreya leaned back tactically.
That went without saying.
"You almost knew before I did."
Lianshan Xin began wondering what use his portable old son was.
He might as well ask his mother.
"You knew?" Maitreya was somewhat shocked.
He had only just worked it out himself. How had Lianshan Xin known?
Was this boy's talent that formidable?
Maitreya did not yet know that Lianshan Xin had used the Divine Feet Ability he had created to communicate with He Miaojun in real time.
In the name of family, Lianshan Xin was now a man whose learning could fill five cartloads of books.
"Of course. I'm using Xie Ciyuan's identity. Xie Ciyuan has some inexplicable connection to the Qilin. He should be the Qilin's Karmic Tribulation Reincarnation, so Yan Wenyuan's misunderstanding is perfectly reasonable."
"Bullshit."
Maitreya still managed to display the depth of his knowledge.
He Miaojun was far away on Kuang Mountain, after all. Everything she knew came from Lianshan Xin's account.
Maitreya, on the other hand, could see for himself what Yan Wenyuan and Lianshan Xin