Daoxuanzi stared into Huang Xiao's eyes for a long while, trying to discern something in them. In the end, however, he slowly withdrew his piercing gaze and said mildly, "You possess demonic arts, and someone taught you the Heavenly Demon Demon Saber Techniques. Isn't that rather too much of a coincidence?"
"I would not dare deceive you, Senior. I am deeply puzzled myself," Huang Xiao replied respectfully. Daoxuanzi put him under tremendous pressure, yet deep down, Huang Xiao vaguely felt something inexplicable: a sense of familiarity toward Daoxuanzi.
Huang Xiao was deeply wary of that masked old man, and deeply puzzled by him. He did not know what designs the man had on him, but he knew perfectly well that the man must have a purpose. He would not have taught him the saber technique for no reason, much less said that he could lift the Demon-Ghost Blood Curse for him a year later.
Whatever else might be said of Daoxuanzi, he was an expert. It would be good if he could resolve Huang Xiao's doubts. This unknown answer had tormented Huang Xiao for so long that he could find no peace of mind.
"You said it was an old man?" Daoxuanzi suddenly asked, his tone somewhat cold.
"Yes. Although I could not see his face clearly, his build and voice suggested an old man. Of course, he might have deliberately made himself seem that way. I cannot know," Huang Xiao said.
At those words, Daoxuanzi fell silent. He stroked his beard, seemingly lost in thought.
"Where?" Daoxuanzi asked after a quarter of an hour.
"Outside Qinyang City!" Huang Xiao answered honestly.
"That is not far from here," Daoxuanzi murmured.
After saying this, Daoxuanzi gave Huang Xiao a long, searching look. "You really are rather unusual, lad. That girl regards