“I don't want to ride your divine turtle. If I need one, I can just tame another.” Montane Daemon shook his head.
Montane Daemon's right. Someone as powerful as him certainly can tame another divine turtle without much effort if the spirit ship sinks. I suppose that's why he released that one. Confused, Jared asked, “In that case, why are you stopping us?”
“I want to know who you learned Sacred Light Fist from,” questioned Montane Daemon with a serious expression.
“I learned it from an expert,” answered Jared.
He didn't explicitly mention Whalreth's name because many people hated demons in the Ethereal Realm. If he said he had cultivated with a demon, it would incur unnecessary misunderstandings.
Montane Daemon followed up with another question, “Which expert?”
“That's...” Jared hesitated.
“Why are you asking so many questions? He isn't obliged to reveal who taught him that technique.” Quinley frowned slightly. Can't Montane Daemon see Jared doesn't want to say it? Why does he keep pressing for an answer?
Ignoring Quinley, Montane Daemon kept staring at Jared. “Your Sacred Light Fist is pure and powerful, and it's very clearly a technique practiced by Whalreth's lineage. However, according to what I know, Whalreth was destroyed after the Celestial Battle. Moreover, his lineage crumbled afterward. That's why no one can unleash such a pure Sacred Light Fist nowadays.”
Upon hearing Montane Daemon's words, Jared grew quiet for a moment. Then, he said, “I suppose there's no point in hiding the truth anymore. Yes, I learned Sacred Light Fist directly from Mr. Whalreth.”
Montane Daemon was astonished to learn that. “That's impossible! Elder Whalreth, he—”
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