Seeing himself exposed, Yu Liang scratched his head, appearing somewhat embarrassed.
Ze was a smart man, and no amount of sophistry could change Ze's guesses now, so Yu Liang simply kept quiet, even thinking about turning around and leaving.
After all, he wasn't at a loss—he already had the black cloth that hid the root aura in his hands. What was he waiting for?
Was he waiting for Ze to ask for it back?
Yu Liang certainly wasn't going to return it to the man, and he doubted the man had the nerve to ask for it back.
Yu Liang shoved the black cloth into the back pocket of his pants, then faced Ze, remaining silent.
"Rest assured, I don't have the habit of taking back what I've given away," Ze said, waving his hand. This thing was useful only for players like him and Yu Liang, meaningless for regular players.
Upon hearing this, Yu Liang felt somewhat reassured but still maintained a safe distance from Ze.
