Aric inwardly chuckled at the elder's comment. He knew full well that many cultivators in the upper world believed in rebirth and reincarnation, especially those powerful enough to leave remnants of their soul behind to retain memories in their next life. For him, this suggestion wasn't far-fetched at all, and it only served to fuel the elder's curiosity further.
"Give me your hand," Elder Ming suddenly commanded, his voice filled with authority.
Without hesitation, Aric extended his hand, keeping his expression neutral. Elder Ming clasped his wrist firmly, sending a pulse of spiritual energy through Aric's body to inspect his cultivation level and check for any irregularities. His probing was careful, meticulous, as though he were trying to peel back layers of Aric's being to find hidden secrets.
