Chapter 592
"I'm rather curious as well," Qinchuan said, standing sideways in midair, his voice indifferent.
"There's a barrier specifically against your Ghost Race between the Underworld and the Divine Wilderness Continent. How did you manage to break through it and come to this Little Spirit Mountain?"
"Why should I tell you?" the old ghost tribesman glared at Lingxu and Qinchuan with an unpleasant face, speaking disdainfully.
"How about this, you tell me how you broke through the barrier, and I'll tell you how I recognized your identity? An exchange of information, it's fair," Qinchuan seriously proposed.
"Hmph, the delusions of a fool. Since you're not willing to speak, I'm not going to press you. There are ways to get information straight from your mind," the ghost tribesman responded coldly.
Qinchuan certainly understood the meaning behind the elder's words.
He wanted to use his Soul techniques, employing the Soul-Searching Secret Art to probe Qinchuan's Soul.