The Workshop Master's new message immediately made Yang An feel a trace of unease.
What should I do?
It had finally come to this.
Though he did not know the Workshop Master's true purpose in founding the Traitorous Scripture Society, every member of the society possessed the Innate Flesh Scourge constitution. For those born with the Innate Flesh Scourge, breaking through the limits of death and advancing to Flesh Withering was an unavoidable path.
But Yang An could not possibly confess that he was not born with the Innate Flesh Scourge. That would expose his greatest secret. It was absolutely impossible!
Or perhaps he could say that he had already broken through to Flesh Withering, but did not know how he had done so unscathed, then shift the blame onto the Golden Thread Pavilion and Old Man Zhuanyu, his new master?
That did not seem workable either!
He could not estimate the Workshop Master's true strength. Moreover, the Workshop Master seemed highly familiar with the Outer Continent. If he had dealings with any of those Outer Continent forces, it would be easy enough to verify.
If the matter were truly pursued to the bitter end and it was discovered that his breakthrough had nothing to do with the Golden Thread Pavilion, he would still be exposed.
Then his only choice was to keep hiding it... but once the Workshop Master's plan succeeded and truly helped the Traitorous Scripture Society's members break through to Flesh Withering, he would face this sooner or later...
Wait!
As he pondered, Yang An's eyes suddenly lit up.
He suddenly thought of his Concealment Seal.
Before he had been sent out of the Golden Thread Pavilion, Old Man Zhuanyu had placed a Concealment Seal upon him, sealing his cultivation at the middle stage of False Feeding.