Lu Xuan was stunned.
He felt a bit dizzy, unable to make sense of it all.
'So...'
'The one who once gave me my soul was actually Qing Xuan Daoist?'
'If that's the case, what did Qing Xuan Daoist mean when he said he "gifted his name to an infant"??'
A thousand thoughts raced through his mind as Lu Xuan looked up, gazing at the Daoist before him, who was shrouded in a chaotic mist.
After a long moment of contemplation, he asked calmly:
"So, you're saying that you... are Lu Xuan?"
Guangcheng Zi, waiting at the side, stared with wide eyes. Qing Xuan Daoist, however, looked slightly surprised. He chuckled, then shook his head.
"I see, I see... I see now."
After a pause, he said softly:
"Great Celestial Venerable, you have misunderstood. I merely gifted him my name. I am not the Lord of the Dao Dynasty."
Lu Xuan raised his eyes.
"Qing Xuan, you have the ability to perceive the traces of Fu Xi, and you even know you were replaced. Is that right?"
"Correct."
