"No way, no way, you can't possibly still be unaware of your own identity, can you? Haven't you ever wondered why you're not affected by the Remnant Consciousness Whisper when you cultivate?"
Uncle Dong's voice carried a hint of playfulness.
He laughed, "You couldn't possibly, as powerful as you are, suffer from the same folly as those foolish Cultivators, believing that you are different from the rest, could you?"
Lin Yuan shouted, "You are not Uncle Dong at all!"
"You've finally realized. Compared to what I had imagined, you seem to be quite a bit slower. It's a waste that I had been pretending to be asleep to avoid your notice… Now it seems like throwing a flirtatious glance at a blind man."
Uncle Dong's voice suddenly changed, no longer old and deep, but rather, it took on a sharp edge.
It seemed... much younger than Uncle Dong.
Lin Yuan demanded, "Who are you?"
