"Could you explain it a little more clearly? Aunt Jun still doesn't quite understand."
After staring in astonishment for a long while, Jun Simian asked again.
Seeing that the time was ripe, Qin Shaofeng stopped holding back and nodded. "I don't know what exactly I just saw."
"But judging by the way my master usually made me explain things, it should mean..."
He fell silent again, seeming to search for the right words.
After a moment.
He continued, "For Little Sister Xiaoying to return to the right track, she needs cultivation. Very, very powerful cultivation—at the very least, she should reach the Sage Realm, right?"
"Probably."
Only then did he add that "probably."
His words were far too vague. Although Jun Simian and her husband had gleaned much from them, neither of them asked anything further at a time like this.
They merely watched quietly.
Qin Shaofeng's words sounded so childish.
Yet it was precisely that childishness that made them feel they were all the more believable.
After all, how could someone with a mind as pure as a blank sheet of paper possibly know how to lie?
They truly were old monsters who had lived for tens of thousands of years.
Yet before Qin Shaofeng, who looked to be only in his twenties—and in the Martial Path World was hardly any different from a swaddled infant—their minds were not the least bit superior to his.
The countless experiences of his past made deceiving these two difficult, but not impossible.
Not to mention that, with preconceived notions already in place, they had never suspected him in the first place.
"The Sage Realm?"
Xian Xiaoying's expression had long since turned exceedingly strange.
Her beautiful eyes widened like bronze bells as she stared at Qin Shaofeng's eyes for a long time. Finding