As Chen Sanliang admired the mountain scenery in the distance, a figure appeared behind him. "Sir, what remarkable methods. You actually concealed the Demon Race's Demonic Qi. Such a technique is unheard of. If word got out, I fear the human race would be thrown into panic and turmoil."
"My methods may be exquisite, but they still could not escape your eyes." Chen Sanliang turned to look at Zhang Chen, a trace of disappointment showing in his gaze.
Zhang Chen's methods were simply too formidable. Ever since he had met Zhang Chen, he had never seen through Zhang Chen's true depth. That scholar capable of concealing Demonic Qi had been a method Chen Sanliang had carefully prepared, yet it had still failed to fool Zhang Chen's eyes.
"Though I could tell he was a demon beast, I did not know how he concealed the Demonic Qi within his body." Zhang Chen asked, his words carrying a hint of curiosity and investigation.
Chen Sanliang did not hide anything and explained directly, "Recently, the Demon Race discovered a new great tomb and excavated a supreme secret art from within it. I improved upon it, and that is how it achieved its present effect. If you are interested, I can teach you a copy."
"No need. I have no interest in this art." Zhang Chen shook his head and refused Chen Sanliang. He already possessed the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art; to him, the divine arts and secret manuals of this world were nothing more than ordinary fare, and he had no interest in them.
"By rights, traveling from Jiangnan to the capital should have taken you three to five years. How did you arrive today?" Zhang Chen asked curiously.
"Times have changed. In the past, I naturally would have had time to sweep