Meng Chuan appeared in Han Li's meditation chamber and looked at him. Han Li looked back. As their gazes met, even the air seemed to freeze.
"At last, we meet. It wasn't easy." Meng Chuan suddenly held out his hand with a sigh.
He and Han Li barely spoke in the group. Now that they were meeting face-to-face, it felt rather different.
Han Li shook his hand, a smile spreading across his dark face. "I've long wanted to meet you, Great Emperor. Now that I have, your bearing truly is peerless."
"You're too kind. Your own bearing is unmatched, Han Li."
That was what they said aloud, but the same thought sprang into both their minds.
Han Li/the Great Emperor really lives up to being Old Devil Han/the Heavenly Emperor of Shrouding the Heavens. His skill at lying through his teeth has been refined to perfection.
He barely even wants to talk in the group, yet he claims he's long wanted to meet me. Hypocrite!
Do I not know what I look like? "Unmatched bearing"? Hypocrite!
"You came here as Divine Sense, didn't you, Great Emperor?" Han Li asked, releasing his hand.
"That's right, Divine Sense." Meng Chuan spoke with breezy ease. "For a few Nascent Soul cultivators, Divine Sense is enough."
"Hahahahaha!"
Meng Chuan and Han Li burst out laughing. Each saw something in the other's eyes.
Kindred spirits. We're kindred spirits!
They grew a little closer. This was one of the very few things Meng Chuan and Han Li had in common.
When people found common ground, they could grow close in no time.
After chatting for a while, they were about to head out when inspiration suddenly struck Han Li. He stopped Meng Chuan.
"What is it?" Meng Chuan looked at him in confusion. *What, you won't