In the exquisitely bright ancient-style guest room, Li Huowang picked up a piece of soy sauce duck meat, chewed it in his mouth, and swallowed, attempting to suppress the lingering nausea.
Although the feeling was unpleasant, if it could reduce Tuoba Danqing's suspicions, it was worth it.
After all, at least this way, he could make it clear why he needed to wear the Copper Coin mask.
Moreover, by the look of surprise on his face, Li Huowang knew he had guessed correctly; despite Tuoba being well-traveled and knowledgeable, he had never seen someone with tentacles bearing eyeballs in their mouth.
With a slight squint, Tuoba Danqing, still shaken, began, "Younger brother, I see this as evil cultivation. Brother, I'll give you some advice, don't take it amiss—the less you practice such cultivation techniques, the better. Otherwise, you truly won't know in the end whether you are practicing it, or it is practicing you."
