"Do you know who I am?" the hunchbacked old man asked, staring at Ning Cheng in confusion, unable to fathom how Ning Cheng had recognized him.
Ning Cheng spoke in an unruffled manner, "If I am not mistaken, your name is Xue Ying, and you come from the River Luo Holy Sect."
The old man seemed relieved, "In the Taisu Realm, there are only so many who have achieved unity with the Dao; the one from the Nine-turn Sacred Pond is a woman, Man Suotian isn't as handsome as I am—you can tell he's a demon at a glance, and the one from the Xu Star Sect, I've heard you know. Plus, there are two solitary wandering ghosts; I doubt they have gone through the second tribulation so quickly, so it seems I can only be Xue Ying."
A blockage rose in Ning Cheng's heart; this guy, handsome? He suddenly remembered a joke: pigs must think the same about themselves.
