In the Quiet Room, the sandalwood incense still curled upward, but the air seemed to have frozen solid.
Chen Qing knew that further concealment was futile.
He gave Li Baichuan a deep bow. "Master Li, your eyes are as sharp as torches. This disciple's... this disciple's little tricks truly could not escape your notice."
He admitted to cultivating Guishui True Qi and Gengjin True Qi.
Li Baichuan slowly raised his teacup, took a sip, and said nothing.
Thoughts raced through Chen Qing's mind, but he cautiously asked, "Master Li... this disciple dares ask: how did you see through me? I believed I had done everything possible with this concealment method."
Yet inwardly, he wondered: Li Baichuan had seen through it—but what about other experts?
For instance, Sect Master He Yuzhou?
Surely he had not seen through it. Otherwise, given the sect master's status, if he had discovered that Chen Qing possessed True Qi of three elements, he would have summoned him long ago to question or investigate him. He would never have remained as calm as he was now.
Li Baichuan set down his teacup and slowly said, "This old man has lived a good many years. As for my cultivation... it's nothing special, nowhere near the sect master and the others. But when you've lived long enough and seen enough, these eyes of mine pick up a few tricks."
Chen Qing hastily said, "Master Li possesses unique insight and sees into the finest details. This disciple admires you so greatly he falls prostrate in awe!"
Li Baichuan waved a hand, cutting off his flattery. "You were right to hide it. If others learn of this, the trouble will be immense. Needless to say, the Demonic Sect would spare no cost to eliminate or abduct you, a potentially enormous threat."