Why did the same reply feel so vastly different when it came from Ba Zunan?
After muttering to himself, Xu Xiaoshou got straight to the point. "How much do you know about the First Six Xu?"
"Have we not discussed this question before?" Dao Qiongchang asked, puzzled.
"Can't say? Don't dare say? Or is there truly something you don't know?"
"Not that..."
After a brief tug-of-war, the Book of Answers on the other end of the Telepathic Link Technique fell silent for a moment before voluntarily changing its tune. "I remembered wrongly. We discussed Nuo back then... My Xu, which of the First Six Xu do you want to understand? Devouring Glutton?"
"All six," Xu Xiaoshou blurted out. But when he remembered that the Nine Seats of Saint Slave had eleven people, he added, "If there are seven, then all seven."
"How detailed do you want it?"
"Depends how deeply you know them."
"Is it important?"
"It was not important at first, but it concerns your safety—my Dao—so it has become important again."
The other end of the Telepathic Link Technique fell silent once more.
Xu Xiaoshou had clearly gotten the hang of dealing with Dao Qiongchang.
Either turn a fake play real, reveal genuine feelings, or stir the two together.
In short, as long as he disgusted Dao Qiongchang first, then even if Dao Qiongchang disgusted him afterward, he had not lost out.
"You actually need time to think?"
After waiting for quite a while, Xu Xiaoshou was rather shocked that this Heavenly Secret Brain had still not pulled up the information.
With such flirtatious "jesting words" laid out before him, the Lecherous Old Daoist's cautious nature should have compelled him to throw out something genuine to test whether this flirtation was fake.
After all, what he feared most