Mirage's expression suddenly turned cold.
That chill came without warning. Before Song Yan could react, he keenly sensed killing intent surging from Mirage.
That killing intent left even Song Yan, a Sword Cultivator who had mastered Avīci Prison, feeling somewhat suffocated.
Just how deep did this hatred run-for merely hearing that name to provoke such a reaction?
"What did he say about me?" Mirage asked slowly.
"Uh-nothing much." Song Yan rubbed his eyebrow, his gaze wandering. "He only mentioned you briefly."
Heaven was his witness.
Little Song had been an honest boy since childhood. Asked to make up a lie, he could not come up with one on the spot, so he could only muddle through like this.
Naturally, Mirage could detect such an obvious lie.
He sneered. "You lied."
His gaze returned to the lotus pond. Its surface was smooth as a mirror, reflecting the sky and clouds.
After a moment's pause, he added, "But I can guess what he said about me."
"He must think the Divine Ability I cultivate is neither fish nor fowl, and look down on me!"
Huh?
Song Yan froze, then hurriedly waved his hands. "Nothing of the sort!"
Neither fish nor fowl?
Song Yan had experienced the might of the Illusory-Reality Divine Ability firsthand. Even the mere glimpse he had gained through the Mirage Dragon Pearl had benefited him immensely.
He dared not imagine how powerful Chun, who had cultivated for thousands of years, could be.
How could Sect Master Zhong Min possibly have judged him that way?
This misunderstanding could not be allowed to stand.
Besides, although he could not claim to know Sect Master Zhong Min's temperament well, the man was certainly not one to wag his tongue behind someone's back.
Even if someone truly lacked skill, he surely would never