"Oh? Even so, with Fellow Daoist An's cultivation and strength, if he had been willing, that Old Monster Huang would likely never have had the chance to flee."
"And killing that man would not necessarily have exposed Fellow Daoist An's true cultivation realm, would it?"
Su Shi'er continued questioning him. As he spoke, he swiftly swallowed several Spirit Nourishing Pills and began restoring the severely depleted divine sense in his Sea of Consciousness.
The Spirit Nourishing Pill was merely a third-grade spirit pill; to him, its effects were negligible.
But... it was still better than relying on his divine sense to repair itself.
"Fellow Daoist Han is also a Nascent Soul cultivator. You should know that once one reaches the Nascent Soul stage, it is inevitable that one will possess a few means of preserving one's life."
"I, An, am confident I could slay Old Monster Huang's physical body. But whether his Nascent Soul, or even his soul form, had some means of escaping remains unknown."
"Besides, back when we tasted tea and discussed the Dao, we could be considered friends. He may be heartless, but I find it difficult to be faithless."
Faced with Su Shi'er's questions, Witty Scholar was neither hurried nor angered, answering every one of them.
As for Su Shi'er's earlier act of diverting disaster eastward and setting him up, he did not mention it at all, as though nothing had happened.
Su Shi'er nodded slightly. The faint hostility lurking in his eyes vanished at that moment.
He knew that the other man's words were half true and half false, with little worth trusting. The doubts in his heart had not diminished in the slightest.
But under the present circumstances, it was not suitable to make another move.
Moreover, the reason the other man had given