"Cough cough... Mr. Ye, things might not be as you think..."
Zhang Xiaoman hesitated before speaking, already having made up his mind.
Upon hearing this, Ye Cang's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition suddenly surged in his mind.
Zhang Xiaoman quietly shifted his gaze away, feeling somewhat reluctant to shatter the spiritual dependence of the old man before him.
Fortunately, the Eternal Veil served as a cover, preventing Ye Cang from seeing the expression on his face, otherwise, Zhang Xiaoman felt it would have been even harder to start speaking.
Mr. Ye opened his mouth but didn't say anything. In the end, he just looked at the mysterious expert across from him with a hint of hope and desire.
At that moment, Zhang Xiaoman's gaze was subconsciously wandering over the tabletop, rapidly organizing his next words in his mind.
"Actually... the Cultivation World you mentioned... it just..."
