Master Xu was taken aback for a moment.
Then he nodded with a chuckle.
"Yes."
"What benefit?"
Zeng Anmin's eyes suddenly lit up.
Master Xu first glanced at the device hanging from Zeng Anmin's waist.
"Using Demon Emperor's Blood like that, that little girl is truly wasting it."
As he spoke, he slowly extended a finger toward Zeng Anmin.
"Buzz!"
Zeng Anmin stared blankly at the finger Master Xu had extended.
That dry, withered old finger.
It came incredibly slowly.
Yet he could only stand where he was, utterly unable to move.
It was not that he did not want to move.
He simply could not.
He felt as though the space around him had been locked down by something thick and viscous.
He could not move a single part of his body.
"The first formation is called Concealment."
"The second formation is called Strength."
"The third formation is called Instant."
"The fourth formation is called Speed."
"The fifth formation is called Insight."
In his daze, Zeng Anmin heard only those few sentences.
"Buzz!"
As he gradually came back to his senses.
Master Xu had already vanished from before him.
The entire courtyard was deathly quiet.
He blankly turned around.
It was already broad daylight!
This...
"Master Xu?"
"Are you there?"
Zeng Anmin called out twice.
"Stop asking. He has probably gone to sleep now."
A girlish voice rang out.
Zeng Anmin froze.
He saw the talking fox he had encountered in the courtyard earlier, lazily lying beside the courtyard threshold and basking in the sun.
"Hello, Fox Immortal."
Zeng Anmin looked at the fox very politely.
"Fox Immortal?"
Upon hearing Zeng Anmin's words, the fox abruptly sat up, its eyes blazing as it stared at him.
"Kid, what did you just call me?"
"Fox Immortal..."
Zeng Anmin blinked.