"If you mention my name, they probably won't rip you off. It'll save you a lot of trouble, and it's not like you were going to sell it off piece by piece anyway," Zhang Deming said after a pause.
Li Shifan paused for a moment. "Right, I'll remember that."
Zhang Deming said no more and turned to leave.
"Old man, are you sure you didn't see wrong?" Li Shifan muttered to himself as he watched Zhang Deming's retreating back, his voice low enough that only he could hear.
In the palm of his left hand, a miniature scroll vibrated faintly, and a voice immediately sounded in his mind:
"There's no mistake. If he hadn't just advanced, his Cultivation not yet fully stabilized, and if I didn't have some prior knowledge of him, I wouldn't have been certain either."
"That Concealment Technique of his is barely adequate for hiding his physical form, but his ability to conceal his aura is exceptionally refined."
