After he finished speaking, Zhang Chaofeng idly rubbed the ring on his finger, his tone a mixture of mockery and indifference.
"I thought I had hidden myself well enough. This Deceitful Object ring can conceal my Qi, hiding itself in the process. No one should be able to discover it—not even a Cultivator could tell this ring is a Deceitful Object. So, how did you find out?"
"Don't tell me you have some ability to probe others. Shopkeeper, you truly surprise me. What turned you from an ordinary man into a Cultivator in such a short amount of time?"
As he spoke, Zhang Chaofeng tapped his fingers on the arm of the chair, the mocking glint in his eyes growing more intense.
Shen Bai's gaze fixed on the ring on Zhang Chaofeng's middle finger. "Everyone in this world has a flaw," he said coolly. "And flaws are meant to be found. Is it so strange that I found yours?"
To be fair, Zhang Chaofeng had hidden himself exceptionally well from start to finish.
