As the wine cups clinked back and forth, other than Black Clothes who knew Xie Tian was a country bumpkin who'd just come up from the lower realm, everyone present, including Pang Xuan, had the same doubt in their hearts.
Namely, did Xie Tian not know, or was he doing it on purpose?
The reason was simple: even someone as strong as Pang Xuan, with four parts imperial aptitude and the Innate might of an ancient remnant bloodline, still couldn't possibly be linked to something as heaven-defying as comprehending seven types of origin intents.
To say Xie Tian didn't know, that was unlikely, because this "Ancestor Master" senior was an ancient forebear; even if his aptitude was crippled and his cultivation fallen, at the very least his insight should still be there.
But to say Xie Tian was doing it on purpose—thinking of that pure, earnest expression of his, everyone instinctively shook their heads in denial.
"When he praised me, there wasn't anything fake in his manner…"
