As he stepped out of the chamber, Lin Xiaotian let out a slow breath, a faint sigh escaping him as he steadied his thoughts, feeling that he had already experienced more than enough surprises for a single day. The matter of Han Leu lingered in his mind, refusing to fade so easily.
Han Leu was no ordinary person, and that much was clear. A low-grade Heaven-tier soul cultivation technique alone was enough to place someone far above common cultivators, and soul techniques themselves were far rarer than ordinary methods.
From this alone, Lin Xiaotian could tell that Han Leu must have once stood among the upper echelons of the continent, perhaps even from the central regions where true monsters gathered. Still, after a brief moment of thought, he dismissed it entirely.
There was no point in guessing at shadows. What mattered was the present.
