The great hall of the City Lord's Manor blazed with lamplight.
More than a dozen powerful cultivators sat down around He Pingsheng.
He Pingsheng sat down as well.
"You know Wang Dun?" The cultivator with graying temples was still the one asking the questions.
He Pingsheng dared not lie. "Yes!"
The gray-templed cultivator asked, "Did he come to see you yesterday?"
"Yes!" He Pingsheng said.
"What did he want to talk to you about?"
Without hesitation, He Pingsheng answered, "Wang Dun told me before that he would take me into Divine General Mountain, protect me, and help me hunt for treasures!"
"But when he came to see me yesterday, he suddenly told me he couldn't take me with him!"
"He said he was leaving!"
"Leaving?" The gray-templed cultivator nodded. "That's right, he did leave. Didn't he tell you where he was going?"
"No!" He Pingsheng shook his head.
So far, everything He Pingsheng had said was true. He had concealed nothing.
Nor had there been any fluctuations in his emotions.
"Then... do you know where he went?" the gray-templed cultivator asked again.
He Pingsheng shook his head. "I don't actually know him very well!"
"Then... how did you two meet? And why did he promise to take you into Divine General Mountain and protect you?" Everyone's eyes fixed on He Pingsheng.
He Pingsheng felt a little nervous.
He took a deep breath and wiped his forehead with his sleeve. "Well... I'm an alchemist. I can refine second-grade Spirit-Gathering Pills, and sometimes I can even produce middle-grade ones!"
"Wang Dun heard of my reputation somewhere, so he came to ask me to refine pills!"
"I refined three batches for him in total!"
"That's how we met!"
"As for why he promised to take me into Divine General Mountain," He Pingsheng said,