Chapter 5086 — The Sect's Martial Granduncle
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
"Since you are a man of the mundane world, President Lin, yet a mere primordial spirit possessing such astonishing strength—if I am not mistaken, you must have existed for a very long time. Could it be that you are a mighty primordial spirit left over from the Antiquity era?" Xin Yi'an pressed. This was the true reason he had come to this meeting today, the true reason he had been so agreeable. He surmised that Wei Zhao was a formidable figure left over from the Antiquity era, and that was why he dared not provoke him lightly!
At these words Wei Zhao studied the other's expression closely, and something stirred in his heart. He nodded. "That is so. Ordinarily I would not reveal my origins to anyone, but since you have asked, and given the considerable affinity between us, there is no harm in telling you."
"Considerable affinity?" Xin Yi'an was instantly taken aback. Even if the man truly was a formidable figure from the Antiquity era, where did this talk of "affinity" come from?
Wei Zhao shot a look at Qiu Lingshan beside him, signaling her to shut the door. Seeing this, Qiu Lingshan's lips curved upward—one look at that expression and she knew he was certainly about to spin a lie. She rose at once and closed the door, deliberately leaving herself outside as well; she feared that in a moment she would not be able to keep her face straight and would give the game away...
"What is said here today goes out from my mouth and into your ear alone. It must never reach a third person. Understand?" Wei Zhao said in a low, solemn voice.
"Hm?" Xin Yi'an was even more bewildered now. A moment ago Wei Zhao had still had the perfectly normal tone of a mundane-world cultivator; now all at once he had changed into the bearing of a senior. Recalling that inexplicable shudder from before—could this primordial spirit truly have some special connection to him?
"Xin Yi'an, you are a junior of the younger generation. Your sect's martial granduncle stands before you—why do you not pay your respects!"
"What?" Xin Yi'an was utterly dumbfounded. What in the world—the sect's martial granduncle?!
"Hmph. I hail from the Cangwu Sect of the Northern Island in the Antiquity era. In a manner of speaking, you are a junior of my own sect. I had not intended to make this relationship explicit, but now that it has been spoken, ought you not pay your respects?" Wei Zhao snorted coldly.
Though he had said this on the spur of the moment, when it came down to it, it was not necessarily an empty claim. From the sect names alone one could roughly determine that the three great sects of the Northern Island in the Antiquity Alliance must surely share countless intricate ties with the Threefold Pavilion of the Northern Island on Cloud Terrace Island—otherwise there was simply no explaining those bizarrely identical names.
So although there was an element of risk in what he was doing, his confidence was in fact not small. And if his guess was right, then he, a disciple of the Azure Cloud Pavilion of the Northern Island on Cloud Terrace Island, and this man, a disciple of the Cangwu Sect of the Northern Island in the Antiquity Alliance, were indeed of the same lineage.
The cultivation world has always ranked seniority by strength. Xin Yi'an, a mere early Golden Core disciple, was before him—a fine early Mystic Rank expert—nothing less than an out-and-out junior. In this, his words were not wrong at all.
Yet precisely because Wei Zhao said it, Xin Yi'an instead refused to believe it. In his estimation the man might well be a genuine Antiquity primordial spirit, but to claim he was a martial granduncle of the Cangwu Sect of the Northern Island was far too absurd—where in the world did such a coincidence come from!