"Believe it or not."
Lin Suisui stopped arguing and merely waved her sleeve, then lay down on a jade bed.
The Primordial Tower Spirit glanced at Lin Suisui before shifting her attention back to Qin Guan.
Lin Suisui was the spirit of the Primordial Dao Root and could see through many things the Primordial Tower Spirit could not. Though she appeared unconvinced, countless doubts had arisen in her heart.
She had lost two rounds to Qin Guan at the First Floor gambling den last time. Now, even the Primordial Dao Flame feared him. This fellow clearly was not simple.
The Primordial Tower Spirit's divine sense circled Qin Guan's body, yet she found nothing unusual.
Just as she was about to withdraw her divine sense, it inadvertently swept over a spot below Qin Guan's waist and abdomen.
Her divine sense paused slightly.
That heavy weight coiled there like a hidden dragon lying dormant was plainly an exceptionally formidable endowment.
The Primordial Tower Spirit had lived for who knew how many tens of thousands of years. She had seen the bones and talents of countless cultivators, yet she had never paid attention to that sort of thing.
Yet when her divine sense inadvertently brushed that outline, she actually froze for a rare instant. Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the tea cup. Though her expression remained as calm as ever, a faint, nearly imperceptible flush swiftly crossed the roots of her ears.
She quickly withdrew her divine sense, several times faster than when she had sent it out, as though lingering for one more breath would cause it to touch something it should not.
Lying on the jade bed, Lin Suisui turned over. Her eyes remained closed, but an enigmatic curve rose at the Corner of her Mouth. "Mengmeng, your face is red."