"Very good."
Lin Sheng naturally noticed the defiance in A-Huan's eyes, but he paid it no mind and merely nodded slightly.
He could clearly sense that the exceedingly faint trace of infernal aura that had previously leaked from the red-haired young man had now vanished.
Even his cultivation had fallen from a third-realm master to a rank-nine Fighter, leaving him far, far weaker than before.
Clearly, something had happened to him recently.
Recalling his earlier conversation with He Ping, Lin Sheng suspected that the red-haired young man had encountered a problem with his cultivation.
"Mr. He, please come in." Lin Sheng stepped aside and welcomed the two inside.
He Ping nodded with a smile and entered the hall. His gaze swept discreetly around before finally settling on Lin Sheng with a hint of scrutiny.
"Mr. Li Wei, I apologize for this unannounced visit. First, I have brought the cultivation supplies you requested, as agreed."
With that, he signaled A-Huan forward with his eyes.
Reluctantly, A-Huan brought over a heavy package and set it down hard on the table with a dull thud. Faint fluctuations of energy could be sensed emanating from within.
He Ping frowned at this and shot the red-haired young man a glare.
Still looking somewhat defiant, A-Huan opened the package, revealing several metal canisters inside.
There were five canisters in total, each the size of a fist. Their craftsmanship was decidedly antiquated, as though they belonged to an entirely different era from the potions currently on the market.
"These are Mind's Eye Potions for cultivating the Thousand Tribulations Ashen Wheel Sutra. They enhance your ability to sense infernal aura while also suppressing the Inferno's corrosion to a certain extent. They are essential for practicing the Thousand Tribulations Ashen Wheel Sutra."
He Ping explained with a smile.
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