"Martial Uncle, you have a point."
Jiang Yinkong looked down at the battlefield below and nodded lightly.
Yet that perfunctory tone did not sound at all like he had taken his martial uncle's words to heart.
The Yantian Palace cultivator was briefly left speechless. After all, his martial nephew had been like this since childhood—neither pleased nor displeased by anything. Even harsh words and reprimands would have no effect.
"Martial Uncle, why don't you take a look at the outcome of this Dao discussion?"
"Hmm?"
The True Intent Cultivator from Yantian Palace frowned slightly.
When Yantian Palace cultivators said "take a look," they meant to make a divination.
"I already calculated it before they began. Yang Hu holds a slight edge."
"Martial Uncle, I am not asking who is stronger. I am asking about the outcome of the Dao discussion."
Jiang Yinkong emphasized it once more. His martial uncle frowned and looked again, silently forming the hand seals of Yantian divination.
At that glance, a strange light flashed through his eyes.
Under such careful deduction, Yang Hu seemed shrouded in a dense fog. He could see only some of his outward momentum, but not the slightest trace of where his inner momentum was headed.
The Yantian Palace cultivator was somewhat doubtful, but not overly surprised.
After all, this situation did fit Yang Hu's identity as a reclusive cultivator.
If a Mystic Insight Realm expert had concealed him, then it was perfectly normal for someone of his cultivation to be unable to see through him.
But even if he could not see Yang Hu's true depth, he could still calculate an outcome from the omens surrounding the two men's Dao discussion.
"For now, they are evenly matched. But if they fight to the end, Yang Hu will still emerge victorious."
Hearing