The Inevitable Tide (This Chapter Is Explosive)

Qiu Zhiheng looked at Juanzi, Mengzi, and Xiao Shan, then turned to Face Not Big, whose face was flushed red.

"Senior, are you a grandmaster of the Slippery Cultivator sect?" Qiu Zhiheng had seen much of the world, but he had never heard of Slippery Cultivators. Since Juanzi and the others kept calling themselves that, he could only follow their lead and ask.

He had guessed Face Not Big was a grandmaster because this senior had been able to take apart the Three-Headed People's body.

This expert's cultivation had already surpassed the scope of Qiu Zhiheng's understanding.

Face Not Big was too embarrassed to keep hiding it, so he simply told the truth. "I'm from the Oil Cultivator sect. My identity can't be revealed."

Qiu Zhiheng nodded. "Rest assured, Senior. Nothing said here today will leave this courtyard. I have seen your techniques, and I admire you from the bottom of my heart. Your sect will surely flourish someday. If there is ever a place where Qiu can be of use, I will never be vague about it. Right now, I only want to ask one thing: once this technique has been used, can it be reversed? There is an urgent matter at hand. These three cannot be separated."

Everyone stared at Face Not Big.

Face Not Big was nervous. With his head lowered, he kept rubbing his hands together. "Let's talk sense here. Say a gear has rusted shut—add some oil, and it can move again. If some parts are jammed too tightly, add oil, and they can be pulled apart.

When have you ever heard of oil being able to stick things together?"

Qiu Zhiheng confirmed once more, "So you're saying it can't be done?"

Face Not Big nodded. "I definitely can't do it. If you find a