"Xian Shou?" Lan Qinghe took a deep look at the man and said. "It seems you have successfully deceived Lintian back then."
According to Yun Lintian, Xiao Shou was supposed to be the Ashe Ghost King under the Southern Emperor of the Netherworld. However, Xiao Shou in front of her was clearly a True God. Without a doubt, he must have disguised himself back then.
A flicker of surprise crossed Xiao Shou's face, though it vanished quickly. With a wry smile, he replied, "Indeed. The deception was a necessary tactic at the time."
"What brings you here?" Yun Qianxue interjected coldly.
Xiao Shou's gaze shifted towards the swirling vortex, a flicker of pain crossing his features. "I come not in aggression, but in peace. The machinations of Si Junyi, his ambition to revive the ancient gods, threatened the delicate balance between realms."