'Old Qing, oh, Old Qing. You disappoint me. You still couldn't hold back...' Su Chen shook his head inwardly.
On the way here, he had sensed that Qing Cang was coming for this very reason. He shouldn't have needed an answer from him; Qing Cang likely already had one in mind. But still, he couldn't contain his curiosity.
There wasn't much to hide from Qing Cang about this, so Su Chen nodded. "I got lucky and managed to do it."
"As I thought." Qing Cang wasn't surprised. He had guessed it before and was even seventy to eighty percent sure. Asking was just for confirmation.
But his gaze toward Su Chen was inevitably a bit complicated. He had also tried to deal with the outermost Fog Ashes, and just thinking back on it made his scalp tingle. Su Chen had only just advanced to Tier Six, yet he had purified it. The more he thought about it, the more unbelievable it seemed.
"Just what are you..." Qing Cang started to speak but stopped himself.
