Chen Mo sat in meditation mainly to use his Spiritual Sense to observe Bai Xiaotian.
It could not really be called meditation. He merely sat on the ground. There was not much furniture in Bai Xiaotian's rented house, but there were several stones by the entrance being used as stools, though they were quite low. Chen Mo sat on one of those stone stools and closed his eyes.
Most of the time, Chen Mo did not place too much trust in others. Moreover, Bai Xiaotian had been a broker for years, making him an old hand in the Martial World.
Therefore, no matter how well Bai Xiaotian spoke, Chen Mo still needed to stay on guard. He could not be without even a little bit of caution. Otherwise, when dealing with an old fox like this, he might be the one to suffer losses.
No matter how strong he was, he could still be betrayed.
He believed in his own strength, but sometimes, strength alone could not make others submit to him. Especially when dealing with an old fox like this, he had to be careful.
He had not known Bai Xiaotian for long. They had only met once before in Siem Reap, and Chen Mo had only revealed that he was an alchemist because he wanted to recruit this fellow for his own use.
Such a relationship was, in truth, merely an exchange of interests. How solid it was remained hard to say.
Although Bai Xiaotian had waited for more than seven days this time, Chen Mo did not know what he was actually thinking. It was better to observe him carefully and keep a safeguard in place.
Chen Mo had seen Bai Xiaotian's anxiety over his team member's accident, and it gave him a degree of appreciation for