That display of humility? Flawless. Elder Haiyun's suspicion softened—but didn't vanish.
'Let's confirm if he's connected to that elusive senior,' Haiyun muttered as his fingers formed seals. With practiced ease, he carved a Void Gate midair, its edges pulsing with eerie violet-black ripples.
"Well then, young lad," he said, tone light like a merchant offering tea. "Let's talk somewhere a little more… secure."
Tian Lei's eyes flickered—not with fear, but curiosity. This old man... also knew the Great Void Art? He stepped forward, brushing his fingertips against the spatial tear.
"Elder," he asked, voice calm, "why do you know the Great Void Art?"
It wasn't an accusation—just a clean, cutting question.
That art was supposed to come from the Upper Heavens. Sister Yue had told him so herself. It shouldn't be here. Not in a random sect elder's grasp.
Elder Haiyun froze for just a second.
'I knew it,' he thought, keeping his expression pleasant.
