This Medicine Sect Master had only met me for the first time—how could she know my circumstances so clearly?
Chen Changming's heart pounded like a drum. Fine beads of cold sweat seeped across his forehead like dew and slowly slid down his temples.
Without revealing anything, he clenched his fist inside his sleeve, his fingertips digging into his palm. He used that faint pain to force himself to maintain a calm expression.
At this very moment, the faint yet ever-present pressure in the hall made him feel as though thorns were pressing against his back.
Chen Changming knew better than anyone that the green-robed woman before him was the master of the Spirit Realm's Medicine Sect, a peerless powerhouse at the eighth layer of the Fusion Realm.
The Sword Talismans and demonic talismans he was so proud of in his Storage Ring might let him run rampant before cultivators below the sixth layer of the Fusion Realm, but before a powerhouse at the eighth layer of the Fusion Realm, they were no different from wooden swords and knives in a child's hands.
The gap between their cultivation levels was far too vast. Before the crushing force of an absolute realm, any external object was like an ant trying to shake a tree, serving only to make one a laughingstock.
Chen Changming took a deep breath and calmed himself. He deliberately gave an awkward smile. "Sect Master, I never expected you to know even these things..."
Seeing the slight unease on Chen Changming's face, a trace of inscrutable light flickered in the green-robed woman's eyes.
Her eyelids narrowed slightly. Her voice was as placid as water, revealing neither joy nor anger, as she said leisurely, "The Sweet Dew Art you traded to Hall Master Song caused quite a few of my