The moment I stood up, Han Shanshan flew over after everyone reminded her, looking as if she planned to make me keep trying. I could only smile bitterly. "You'd better not think about it yet. The Spirit-Absorbing Art hasn't broken through to the fifth level. Although I now have my own ideas and ways to derive spells, if I want to reach the point where I can control it as I please, I'm afraid I'll still have to go through meditation."
"You can't do it?" Han Shanshan asked with a teasing tone. I immediately reached out and gave her a knuckle on the head. "Can you stop leading the conversation in that direction?"
Han Shanshan glared at me with a hum, then said angrily, "If you can't, just say so. You've wasted so much of this lady's youth!"
"You! It's not that I can't! I just haven't... Forget it. I can't be bothered arguing with you about this." I was caught between laughter and tears. I almost let her lead me down that road again. But I had to admit, talking with her really wasn't tiring.
"If you can't, why make so many excuses?" Han Shanshan shot me a glance. Even when she was talking to herself, she still had to provoke me a few more times. I shrugged with an expression that said, So what? That left her speechless with anger.
Zhao Qian soon brought out the things I needed: a lifelike, exquisitely crafted mask, several treasures for hiding my whereabouts and saving my life, and a jade tablet that seemed to be an instruction manual. I put them all into my sleeve pouch and took the mask in my hand. But the moment I looked at it, something felt wrong. I immediately glared at Han Shanshan. "What the