Seeing the scar-faced elder so shocked, Xiao Chen froze. Then realization dawned, and he silently praised the elder's godlike acting skills before planting his hands on his hips and wailing in agony.
The scar-faced elder: "..."
His shock was genuine, his question sincere.
Yet the other party had launched straight into such an exaggerated performance.
What did he take him for?
"Too fucking fake! Even if you're letting him through the back door, can't you at least cover it up a little? Stop being so brazen!"
"Not a drop of sweat, not a trace of fear! That demonic pressure looked terrifying, but it was just flowers in a mirror, the moon in water—empty beyond belief!"
"How can the mighty Ancient Demon Heaven Sect speak of impartiality and equality when it acts with such blatant disregard?"
Instantly, the nearby cultivators' gazes changed, indignation spreading across their faces. Was this nepotism brat named Xiao E making monkeys of all the talented youths under heaven? His acting was ridiculously exaggerated and fake!
Who came out of that test without robes that looked as though they had just been fished out of the water?
Yet there he was, white robes spotless, face free of suffering, strolling as leisurely as if through a courtyard.
"I never would have guessed, young friend. You hide your abilities well—a fierce tiger concealed from the world!" The scar-faced elder forcibly suppressed his shock and spoke solemnly.
"Senior, you flatter me. Without your help, how could I have resisted the Demon Eye's might?" Xiao Chen lowered his voice and spoke quietly.
The scar-faced elder sucked in a cold breath. This boy was extraordinary. Not only did he possess profound demonic affinity and exceptional talent, but his cunning and methods were also unmatched!
He had secretly helped him? Helped him, my