Atlas didn't say anything. He couldn't. Whether he denied the man's words or supported them, nothing good would come out of it.
He didn't show anything that gave away his secret. Not once had the man seen him use either Dao, so how was he able to tell?
'Did he look at my dantian while I was unconscious?'
Atlas' gaze was hostile. Such intrusions were unacceptable. The dantian was a sacred space to a cultivator. The only people who had a right to look at it were one's master or parents.
This man was neither to Atlas. Regardless of his intent, the immediate perception Atlas had of the man was negative.
Seeing the turmoil on the young cultivator's face, the man only smiled.
"You do not need to worry. I am not so rude as to intrude in another cultivator's inner world, no matter how young they may be. I know of your uniqueness only because of my physique. I am…something of a special person, after all."
