Xuanyuan Po was somewhat shocked. No one had ever recognized the method he cultivated, but Bie Yanghong had exposed it with a single question.
Seeing his expression, Bie Yanghong knew that he had guessed correctly. "Was this method selected for you by Chen Changsheng?"
Xuanyuan Po nodded.
Bie Yanghong praised, "I always felt that his talent in cultivation was superb, but I didn't realize that his insight was similarly excellent. He makes for a very competent principal."
Xuanyuan Po thought this over, then replied, "That's hard to say."
Bie Yanghong glanced at his right arm again and said, "I can see that you've practiced it quite well, but you've apparently had a few problems."
Heedless, Xuanyuan Po used some paper to wipe up the remaining meat juice on his fingers.
Bie Yanghong spoke once more, his voice entering Xuanyuan Po's ears and straight into his heart.
