Suddenly, an unexpected warning echoed in Su Chengyu's mind; his body jolted as he furrowed his brow. As a cultivator, he knew that someone was communicating with him through the Sound Transmission Spell.
"The person you are facing is wicked, don't trust his words."
Confusion instantaneously filled Su Chengyu's heart. He keenly observed the old Taoist in front of him; though he didn't carry the aura of a divine immortal, he seemed kindly and benevolent and didn't look like the wicked sort.
However, with his past experiences, Su Chengyu knew better than to judge a book by its cover. Recalling the whole matter, everything seemed too much of a coincidence, too smooth, too convenient.
However, the old Taoist appeared deep and impenetrable. If he could identify Xu Nanzhi's health issues and discover the two God Beasts they had at home, his abilities were surpassing Su Chengyu by a lot.
