"Instead of going down to see A Yun, you're playing ghost up here. What secluded master are you pretending to be?"
Song Yan took a small sip of flower tea.
Its fragrance wafted into his nose, refreshing his heart and soul.
"Well, I'm afraid that Foundation Establishment senior beside her might cut me down with one stroke..."
Song Yan found that baffling. "You haven't done anything. Why would a brother get cut down just for seeing his own sister?"
Sheng Nian rubbed the cup in his hands and fell silent for a long while.
Then he dropped a bombshell.
"Naturally, it's because I practiced a Devil Cultivation Method and became a Devil Cultivator..."
"I'm afraid of you upright, orthodox sect types."
He raised his face, its once-youthful features now bearing a little more weathering.
"..."
"A Devil... Cultivation Method?"
Song Yan arched an eyebrow, enunciating each word.
"Yes."
"Who taught you?"
"...?"
This time, Sheng Nian was the one left stunned. "Aren't you going to ask what Devil Cultivation Method I learned?"
Song Yan looked perfectly serious. "The Bixie Manual?"
"Song Yesheng, is this all you fucking learned after three or four years in an immortal sect?"
The sight of that expression brought a nameless fire surging through Sheng Nian.
"..."
He sipped his chrysanthemum tea to cool his temper.
"Anyway, it's a cultivation method that can't see the light of day."
"..."
"All right."
Song Yan pondered for a moment, then merely nodded without speaking.
He knew very well what sort of person Sheng Nian was.
He had a chivalrous heart and a clear sense of right and wrong.
He could never commit deeds that defied heaven and human decency.
Still, Song Yan was somewhat worried about whether this so-called "Devil Cultivation Method" might affect his mind.
After all...