In the exquisitely bright ancient-style guest room, Li Huowang picked up a piece of braised duck, chewed and swallowed it, trying to suppress the lingering nausea in his mouth.
Even though the feeling was unbearable, if it could make Tuoba Danqing suspect him less, it was worth the discomfort.
At the very least, this let Tuoba understand why he had to wear the Copper Coin mask.
Moreover, from the look of shock on his face, Li Huowang knew he had guessed right. Even someone as knowledgeable as Tuoba had never seen a mouth growing eyeball-tipped tentacles before.
Tuoba Danqing took a light sip of wine, then spoke with lingering fear: "My virtuous brother, I see you're practicing evil cultivation, eh? Let me give you some well-meant advice – don't be offended. If you can avoid practicing those evil cultivation techniques, it's best not to touch them. Otherwise, you might never know in the end—are you cultivating it, or is it cultivating you?"
