"Master, I haven't studied Daoist arts in ages. I can't cultivate these next few days, so... could you teach me a few more?"
Lu Chuan's eyes shifted, and he immediately rubbed his hands together, looking a little "embarrassed."
Shen Gongbao's temper was strange and his thoughts were hard to fathom. How would Lu Chuan dare say the one he wanted to save was Chongming Bird?
"I asked you who you wanted the immortal pill to save, yet you say you want to learn Daoist arts. Your gaze even flickers when you speak. Clearly..."
Shen Gongbao said blandly, "You have a guilty conscience, so you're changing the subject."
"Ahhh..."
Lu Chuan raised a hand and yawned, waving as he hurried toward his room. "Well, Master, look, it's getting late now. I'll go back to my room and sleep first, all right? I've been too tired these days."
Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, fleeing was best.
If he didn't slip away now, then when?
Shen Gongbao watched his back blandly and said nothing, nor did he do anything.
Because he knew that if a person truly did not want to speak of something, then no matter how you asked, there would be no result.
"But do you think that if you don't say it, your master won't be able to find out?"
A flash of spiritual light passed deep in Shen Gongbao's eyes. "You did not hesitate to use a self-injury ruse to trick your master out of an elixir. That means the situation is urgent, and the other party's condition is very bad. Once you obtained the immortal pill, you would definitely have him take it at the first possible moment.
"And I used less than half an incense stick's time from leaving to returning. You were here both when I left