Lin Changheng's mind raced as he made a quick decision.
"If Brother Lin is uncomfortable..."
Mo Zhaoli, perceptive as ever, immediately sought to ease the tension and began to smile, but before her words could leave her lips, Lin Changheng's voice cut in, "I just reached the Ninth Layer of Qi Cultivation."
"What? Ninth Layer Qi Cultivation?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Zhaoli's almond-shaped eyes widened slightly and her red lips parted, revealing a look of profound surprise.
She clearly hadn't expected that answer.
The Cinnabar Seal between her brows trembled slightly before returning to normal, though a thoughtful look flashed in her eyes. Her slender hand unconsciously drifted to the Storage Bag at her waist, her fingertips rubbing it twice as if weighing some decision.
"That's right. Relentless cultivation, plus some gains from performing Alchemy for others. I was lucky to break through." Lin Changheng couldn't reveal his own secrets, so he had to attribute it to other factors.
