Xi Youmeng spoke as she secretly sensed Lu Feng's aura, her doubts growing ever deeper.
She could clearly sense the purity of Lu Feng's aura. It was utterly unlike the sinister, wicked aura of an ordinary Heretical Cultivator, yet she could not sense the true extent of his strength at all.
Hearing Xi Youmeng recount her tragic circumstances, Lu Feng could not bear it. He had originally intended to reveal his identity and resolve the matter with Extreme Yang Qi, but upon noticing Xi Youmeng's subtle attempt to sense him in return, he instantly realized something was amiss.
Her injury was real, but it was likely not as serious as she made it out to be. There was a hint of deliberate pretense in it.
Xi Youmeng was using her injury to test his identity!
"Young Master, can you help ease it?"
Xi Youmeng's urging voice sounded beside his ear.
The truth was indeed as Lu Feng had suspected. Though Xi Youmeng had been affected by that supremely pure Yang medicinal pill, aggravating an old injury, the effect had actually been beneficial. That mouthful of blood was like stagnant blood forced out after the long-standing cold poison had been eased—beneficial rather than harmful.
She truly was using her injury to test Lu Feng's identity once again.
Going along with Xi Youmeng's scheme, Lu Feng smiled faintly. "Would the Young Pavilion Master be satisfied with merely having me ease it?"
Xi Youmeng froze.
Lu Feng continued, "I once happened to learn a method that may help remove part of that cold poison. I cannot promise to clear it entirely, but eliminating seventy or eighty percent should not be difficult."
"What did you say? Is that true?" Xi Youmeng was filled with astonishment, to the point that she temporarily forgot she had