"Fellow Daoist, too much is as bad as too little. Be careful not to suffer qi deviation and end up drawing water with a bamboo basket—nothing but emptiness."
"The young lord of the Chang Family is a friend of mine. Could you give me some face?"
All manner of voices entered Fang Shu's ears, openly or covertly urging him.
Among them was Liu Wuxing's voice.
The man kept his voice as steady as possible. "Brother Hu, it is Liu. Today's lecture runs deep. Even if you force yourself to hold on, you may not gain any advantage.
Why not heed this elder brother's advice and stop while you are ahead? If you are willing to yield now and give up first place, Liu will certainly help you seek a few more benefits from the Chang Family's young lord. For instance, Immortal Dew—"
Hearing his words, Fang Shu's eyelids twitched slightly. He had wanted to draw more information out of Liu Wuxing.
But the moment that thought arose, he suppressed the distracting notion.
After all, how did he know Liu Wuxing was not deliberately trying to make him speak, so as to drain his focus and make him fall behind the Chang Family's young lord?
And that young lord did not seem like some useless fop either. He could not be underestimated!
Fang Shu immediately turned his awareness inward, shut out every stray sound around him, and continued concentrating on breathing in and out the increasingly thin moonlight.
When Liu Wuxing saw that he had already revealed his identity and had even hidden bait in his words, yet this Hu had not asked a single question and utterly ignored him, his heart sank.
He realized that Fang Shu truly was no simple character.
Just as he and several other attendants were