"I used the Breath Concealment Technique to hide my cultivation."
Seeing that Yu Luoyue had noticed the difference in his cultivation, Chen Changming did not conceal it and told her the truth outright.
"So that's how it is."
Yu Luoyue's face filled with envy at his words. She had heard of the Breath Concealment Technique, but had never had the chance to cultivate it.
Chen Changming lowered his gaze to his toes, suppressing the urge to teach the Breath Concealment Technique to Yu Luoyue.
His Breath Concealment Technique was not particularly profound. Even if Yu Luoyue learned it, she would never be able to wield it as masterfully as he did.
That would only disappoint her and affect the impression he had made in the young girl's heart.
Just then.
A figure flashed, and Yu Fei, who had just left, returned.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he stared gloomily at Yu Luoyue and Chen Changming.
Yu Fei said coldly, "Senior Chen, you truly have no sense of propriety. My father drank too much with you yesterday, and his condition has deteriorated sharply today. He originally could have lived another year or two, but now he only has three to five months left!"
Treated this way by a junior, Chen Changming was somewhat angered as well. With an indifferent expression, he said, "Don't worry. With me here, your father will not die."
"Heh, is that so?"
Yu Fei raised a brow and sized Chen Changming up with interest. Clicking his tongue, he said, "Senior Chen, I heard your aptitude is terribly poor. You only barely reached Foundation Establishment in this life, and now that you're seriously injured and your cultivation has fallen, you still want to cultivate it back? I'd say you're daydreaming without having to pay a thing!"