"Why aren't you going down to see A Yun, putting on airs like some reclusive Master here?"
Song Yan took a small sip of floral tea.
The aroma was intoxicating and refreshing.
"Isn't it because I'm afraid of being cut down by that Foundation Establishment Senior next to her…?"
Song Yan felt bewildered upon hearing this: "You haven't done anything. Why would a brother seeing his sister get cut down?"
Sheng Nian rubbed the cup in his hand, silent for a long time.
Then he spoke something shocking.
"That's naturally because I Cultivated a Demonic Technique and became a Demonic Cultivator…"
"I'm afraid of you Righteous Path sects."
He lifted his Face; his once youthful features now bore traces of hardship.
"…"
"…Demonic Technique?"
Song Yan raised his eyebrows, enunciating each word.
"Yes."
"Who taught you?"
"…?"
This time, it was Sheng Nian's turn to be stunned: "Aren't you going to ask what Demonic Technique I'm learning?"
Song Yan said seriously: "The Bixie Manual?"
