"Fellow Daoist, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Ye Hong."
"Ye Buqu."
Seeing Ye Buqu's sparing manner with words, Ye Hong smiled. He placed his right hand on the table and tapped it now and then.
"Fellow Daoist, you must have obtained some great opportunity in that thatched hut earlier, hadn't you?"
The moment Ye Hong said this, Ye Buqu's heart tightened. Yet his excellent composure kept his expression unchanged. Though his face showed no reaction, inwardly, he was panicking like hell.
"I don't know what you're talking about. If you insist on discussing such boring topics, then I think it's time for me to leave."
With that, Ye Buqu drained the tea before him in one gulp. Still, the tea was quite good.
He then slung the Blazing Fire Battle Armor beside him back onto his shoulders and lifted his foot to leave.
"Fellow Daoist, the Ten Thousand Dao Sacred Art is only the lower volume. It consists of an upper and a lower volume, and what you possess is merely the lower one. Without the upper volume, you cannot cultivate it."
"If you force yourself to cultivate it, you'll only suffer qi deviation."
Seeing that Ye Buqu was about to leave, Ye Hong immediately said in a grave voice.
Sure enough, upon hearing Ye Hong's words, Ye Buqu stopped. His brow furrowed deeply. He took the Blazing Fire Battle Armor off his back and set it aside again, then returned to his stool and looked at Ye Hong.
"Can we have a proper talk now?"
Looking at Ye Buqu before him, Ye Hong calmly picked up his cup and took a sip of tea.
"How did you know?"
Ye Buqu asked in a low voice.
"Very simple. Because I have the upper volume. I came here