After stepping down from the arena, He Pingsheng sat cross-legged in his seat.
He closed his eyes without speaking to anyone.
The air around him was as silent as death.
Yet both Patriarch Zhenyu and Liang Huaqiu breathed sighs of relief.
Delight also showed on both their faces.
They had originally thought He Pingsheng was striking a deal with the Qi Kingdom. They had never expected him to be so ruthless today, going straight for his opponent's life the moment he attacked.
Neither Zhenyu nor Liang Huaqiu understood why.
Wang Dun, beside them, did.
"Boy, you know Patriarch He Asks too?" Zhenyu suddenly asked.
The others' gazes turned curious as well.
He Pingsheng and Patriarch He Asks had exchanged only a few words just now, but even those few words were enough for everyone to tell that the two knew each other.
Indeed, He Pingsheng knew him.
Actually, "knew" was too strong a word. He had merely met him before.
Back then, at the Skull Mountain Trading Fair, he had gone to buy some of the materials needed to refine the Spirit-Nurturing Pill, so he could rebuild Qiao Huizhu's spirit root and meridians. There, he had encountered an old man selling jade slips.
Thousands of jade slips had been laid out on the old man's stall.
He sold all manner of cultivation techniques.
When someone asked where he had gotten so many cultivation techniques, the old man had replied, "The sect went under."
He Pingsheng had also crouched before the stall to shop, but nothing had caught his eye. Then the old man had casually tossed him a divine sense ability called Divine Sense Wind.
Once cultivated, it could condense an invisible wind of divine sense to throw an opponent's sea of consciousness into chaos.
Later, He Pingsheng had placed