At Qin Chen's elbow, a golden insect pattern gleamed.
Zho Zishi's gaze was fixed there.
Could there really be a golden insect pattern?
Earlier, Qin Chen had repeatedly refused, speaking in a righteous manner, but Zho Zishi hadn't taken any of it to heart.
He was even confident that there was definitely something suspicious about Qin Chen.
That's why he suddenly made a move.
Unexpectedly, he was somewhat surprised.
Qin Chen looked at Zho Zishi and said, "Is Deacon Zhoo satisfied?"
His tone was cold.
Simultaneously, he thought to himself, fortunately, he had been thorough, for before entering the covering array, he had painted a golden insect pattern on his elbow with paint, following a gourd to draw a ladle.
Of course, a painting is ultimately just a painting, and if scrutinized carefully, flaws could still be detected.
However, Qin Chen only let Zho Zishi glance at it for a moment before turning his elbow to another direction, rendering it impossible for Zho Zishi to see.
