Because others simply could not see any clues, only someone of Liu Tangxi's realm could completely see through him.
His body trembled slightly.
For a moment, he felt a chill run through him, his limp body breaking out in cold sweat, his hands and feet icy, and he felt as though a pair of eyes were always watching him from above, with an indifferent expression, holding a black go piece, leisurely and content.
All these happenings, the ingenious arrangements of over a decade, were all his doing in life, and even after his death, the plans were still operating as he had envisioned to this day.
"Is he really human?"
"Not really, as you've seen in your Dantian, that is a remnant of his soul, no longer in human form, what he pursued, perhaps, was ascension."
His expression was somewhat numb.