"Just curious, that's all."
"I saw everything you did just now. There were some things I couldn't figure out, so I stopped you."
"I'm on very good terms with Sect Leader Ning, and we discuss many matters together. But I wonder, why did Sect Leader Ning send you here today?"
Qian Renxue wore a smile, her tone easygoing and utterly devoid of any sense of danger, making people want to comply with her.
"I never said Uncle Ning was the one who sent me here today. This was merely my own idea."
"I needed Poison Douluo's help with something, so I could only use this method."
Gu Yi knew that Qian Renxue was shrewd. Lying would only deepen her suspicions toward him. It was better to tell some truths—ambiguous truths.
Otherwise, if he drew her attention, that would be troublesome.
"Help? If you have any difficulties, you can tell me."
"Given my relationship with Sect Leader Ning, as long as it's something I can do, I'll certainly help you."
Qian Renxue continued pressing him, as if she would not rest until she achieved her goal.
"I want an Immortal Herb to increase my Soul Power. As far as I know, Poison Douluo happens to possess the Immortal Herb I need, which is why I wanted to meet him."
"I appreciate Your Highness's kind intentions."
Gu Yi replied calmly.
"An Immortal Herb? Your Soul Power is already far higher than that of others your age. Do you still need to take such things?"
"Or could it be..."
Qian Renxue frowned. The trace of appreciation in her eyes vanished in an instant.
She had thought Gu Yi was truly some peerless genius. Who would have expected him to be nothing more than a "medicine jar" whose growth had been forcefully accelerated through