In an exquisitely bright, antique-style guest room, Li Huowang picked up a piece of braised duck. He chewed and swallowed it, trying to suppress the lingering feeling of nausea.
Even though the feeling was unbearable, if it could reduce Tuoba Danqing's suspicion, it was worth the discomfort. At the very least, this would make Tuoba understand why I have to wear the Copper Coin mask. And from the look of shock on his face, I knew I'd guessed right. Even someone as knowledgeable as him had never seen a mouth filled with eyeball-tipped tentacles before.
Tuoba Danqing took a light sip of wine and said with lingering fear, "My virtuous brother, I see you're practicing Evil Cultivation. Please don't be offended by my advice, but if you can avoid those kinds of cultivation techniques, it's best not to touch them. Otherwise, in the end, you'll never know for sure—are you cultivating it, or is it cultivating you?"
