"Are you sure?"
The Sword Venerable spoke, his voice laced with a deep chill, like the dead of winter.
Compared to his previous carefree demeanor, he now truly fit the image people imagined of a peerless swordsman.
"I'm not sure."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar shook his head and took out a crystal-clear stone from the Qiankun Bag.
After injecting a trace amount of spiritual power into it, the stone radiated brightly, projecting a three-dimensional hologram of Lu Wenwu.
"This is a memory crystal created from the thought and memory extraction by the Mo Lu True Venerable. The young man below is completely different from the Violent Dragon Demon Venerable."
"Could it be a blinding technique?" the white-bearded elder inquired.
The old monk attempting to repair the Buddhist beads also shook his head, "Amitabha Buddha, he hasn't used any technique to cover himself. This is his true form; even his bones are different from the Violent Dragon Demon Venerable unless..."
