Chen Nan coughed lightly. How could he not perceive the slight doubt Yang Ruoshui harbored about his abilities?
This subtle atmosphere made him slightly uncomfortable.
A hint of embarrassment arose in his heart, but he still tried to suppress this emotion and managed a strained smile as he said, "Prison Chief Yang, have you ever considered that this situation could be because... I am by your side?"
"Hmm?" Yang Ruoshui couldn't help but slightly frown. Her clear, autumn-water-like eyes quickly filled with confusion, and her gaze was filled with incomprehension at Chen Nan's words. "Mr. Chen, what do you mean by that? I don't quite understand."
Seeing this, Chen Nan's corners of his mouth lifted into a confident smile, and he slowly explained, "It's like this, the technique I practice is the 'Mystical Technique' of the Taoist."
"This Mystical Technique is very special. After cultivating it, my body's yang energy becomes extremely robust."
