Jing Wen leaned by the window, his gaze drifting as memories of his first encounter with Han Li rose unbidden in his mind.
Back then, Han Li had been inexperienced and naive, following almost everything he said, like a blank sheet of paper yet to bear a mark.
Now, however, dealing with Han Li again, Jing Wen could clearly feel him guarding against him at every turn. Every cautious glance and every reply carried a trace of wariness.
The contrast stirred a wave of emotion in Jing Wen, and he could not help murmuring to himself, "What happened to trust between people?
How did it become so thin...?"
Shaking his head slightly, Jing Wen brought his thoughts back to the present, his expression turning serious.
"What's happening with Steward Li?"
He privately guessed that Steward Li had most likely failed to reach Foundation Establishment.
After all, whenever there had been an important development in the past, Steward Li had informed him promptly. This time, there had been nothing.
Nor had any news come from Ge Hong.
Jing Wen still remembered specifically reminding Ge Hong before leaving to keep an eye on Steward Li's situation.
From the look of things, Ge Hong probably knew nothing of Steward Li's recent circumstances either, or he would not have remained so silent.
Still, whatever happened with Steward Li, I won't be going back anytime soon. Jing Wen's gaze was resolute as he silently weighed his plans.
Reaching Foundation Establishment is my top priority now. Only once I succeed will I have enough strength and confidence to concern myself with the Black Fiend Cult.
At this thought, Jing Wen calmed himself, examined his body inwardly, and carefully sensed the Fiendish Demon Art's spiritual power circulating within him.
After a moment, he frowned slightly and murmured,