"Miss Meier, where did that come from?
Half a year ago, I was still cultivating in seclusion deep in the mountains.
I had never taken even half a step beyond the mountain gates, much less set foot in the Bounty Pavilion. How could I possibly have bid for the Iron Cloth Shirt?
As for the body-tempering technique I used just now, it was not the Iron Cloth Shirt at all, but the Golden Bell Shield created by my master. It merely resembled that auctioned technique somewhat."
To cultivate a body-tempering technique to perfection within half a year, he had relied on every possible advantage: favorable conditions, resources, and the lack of any bottleneck.
If he told the truth about such a heaven-defying speed, who knew what wicked thoughts Tang Meier might harbor?
At best, she might covet his technique. At worst, she might capture him and force him to reveal his fortuitous encounter. He absolutely could not admit it.
Besides, matters concerning cultivation techniques were easy enough to deny.
The Jade Skin Realm of the Iron Cloth Shirt was nothing more than a legend. Even its creator had never reached it.
Yet Li Yun had not only cultivated it to perfection, but had even surpassed its limits.
If Tang Meier clung to the matter like a dog worrying a bone and insisted on questioning him, he could simply keep evading.
Perhaps the creator of the Iron Cloth Shirt had once encountered his grandmaster using the Golden Bell Shield, then secretly copied and borrowed from it to create that technique.
That way, he might even be able to steer the conversation elsewhere.
Listening to Li Yun's explanation, Tang Meier's red lips curved slightly, and a knowing smile flickered through her eyes.
How could she fail to see that Li Yun was