Facing the plain-clothed swordsman, Wei Yuan remained silent for a moment. Finally, he said, “We’re not acquainted.”

The guy had nearly cut him to pieces just moments ago. The fact that Wei Yuan was able to face him calmly was a testament to his self-control.

He did not know how long the plain-clothed swordsman had been trapped within the grotto-heaven, but when it shattered, Wei Yuan was likely still absorbing lunar radiance in the Palace of Absolute Beginning. Not only that, it was quite possible that Wei Yuan hadn’t even been born yet when the plain-clothed swordsman had turned into this neither-human-nor-ghost-like creature.

Therefore, Wei Yuan felt it was impossible for him and the plain-clothed swordsman to have ever crossed paths.

Surprisingly, a look of recognition flashed across the plain-clothed swordsman’s face. “You’re still you alright,” he began. “No matter how many cycles of reincarnation you’ve gone through, you’ve always managed to keep a spark of clarity alive. And just like before, you’ve never trusted anyone besides yourself. I...