"...How did you see through it?"
His voice carried a trace of dryness, no longer filled with the casualness and teasing from before.
Gu Sheng's expression remained unchanged, speaking calmly.
"I guessed it. When Senior conversed with me earlier, despite the scheming, it felt more like arranging affairs after death, seeking a reliable place of trust for the Five Poison Divine Sect and Qidiao Yaoyao.
This mindset is not typical of someone in their prime years."
Qidiao Wu fell silent again, the wrinkles on his face seeming deeper than before.
He slowly sat back on the vine chair, as if unloading a thousand-pound burden, his spirit drained, only after a long while did he sigh deeply and admit.
"...That's correct.
Old man... my time is running short."
This time, it was Gu Sheng who seemed surprised. He furrowed his brows slightly.
"With Senior's cultivation at the Eighth Transformation Venerable Realm, your lifespan should be quite extended.
