"What's wrong, Junior Brother Li?" Huang Hua asked anxiously.
"Nothing!" Li Xiaoya glanced back with a faint smile, but inwardly, he was pondering the matter. Although the pitch-black old forest on Ancient Demon Mountain had always made him uneasy, he had gradually begun to sense that the dark vapor was drifting into his body, seemingly by chance yet also as if by design. His Overlord Art had begun circulating slowly of its own accord, constantly absorbing the vapor and apparently making some progress. Though that progress was so slight as to be almost negligible, his sensitive Divine Sense had still detected it. He reckoned that cultivating the Overlord Art here on Ancient Demon Mountain might be three or four times faster. Still, that was of little use. Feng Chenzi had only given him the cultivation methods for its first three levels, and he was already nearing the peak of the third, so there was nothing particularly exciting about it.
The sudden thought of Feng Chenzi reminded Li Xiaoya of the headache of explaining everything that had happened to him. But on second thought, Feng Chenzi had been dishonest with him from the very beginning, so he had nothing to explain. He would leave him hanging for a few months first. In any case, the fellow had been reluctant to tell him anything lately and seemed to be waiting for death, leaving Li Xiaoya unsure whether to laugh or cry. He had gotten nothing useful out of him except Dream Attraction.
"By the way, Junior Brother Li!" Seeing his thoughtful expression, Ma Weiqi suddenly spoke up beside him. "Who is that senior inside your bead? Has your cultivation advanced so quickly because of his guidance?"
"Well..." Li Xiaoya faltered, hesitating. He did not particularly want to bother with the fellow, but