"You're Daoist Lin?"
"I am."
Li Chang'an nodded. The identity he was currently disguised as had the surname Lin.
But Hu Feng said coldly, "I wonder, should I call you Daoist Lin, or Daoist Li?"
Li Chang'an's brow furrowed slightly. He could feel the auras of several Late Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators locking onto him.
"Daoist Hu, what is the meaning of this?"
"Li Fan, stop pretending. I know it's you!"
Hu Feng snorted, his face filled with killing intent.
"In this region, aside from the Cultivators of my Yin Soul Sect, you're the only one who needs so many Souls!"
"Daoist Hu, I'm afraid you've misunderstood."
"Misunderstood?"
Hu Feng sneered, a blood-red glint slowly appearing in his malevolent eyes.
It was a sign he was about to attack.
"Li Fan, you used to buy Souls through Zhao Ming, and now you've changed your identity to buy them from various disciples of my Yin Soul Sect. Do you take us all for fools?"
