Han Xuelian's gaze expanded slightly with bewilderment, trying to ascertain what prompted such a question from his dear broken jewel. At some point, he had begun to suspect that his dear broken jewel was not truly Chi Chengxin.
There were far too many obvious signs and Chi Cheng's explanations for possessing such wisdom, knowledge of forbidden arts and skills to perform a deadly sword style was a clear indication he was undoubtedly a seasoned master of some sort.
There was no logical reason for why he was connected to the demons or why the Border Dweller possessed him.
And finally, there was no way to justify the markings the Grandmaster observed fade from Chi Cheng's face that morning, as well as the change in his hair colour.
