Besides... he had already encountered his own opportunity, hadn't he?
Recalling that mysterious junior of his, Chen Yu, Shao Qingsong inwardly relaxed, the corners of his mouth even curling into a slight smile.
Based on his usual meticulous observations, he was well aware of Chen Yu's secretive nature. The junior's conduct, conversation, and insights were nothing like those of an ordinary, low-level cultivator. He was almost certainly an extraordinary individual hiding his true talents.
But the two of them had a tacit understanding. He never mentioned the matter, never asked Chen Yu why he hid his aptitude and talent, and certainly never spoke of it to anyone else.
His junior ate the meat, and he drank the soup. But even just the soup was enough to leave him feeling well-fed and utterly content.
This was the genius of Shao Qingsong.
A lackey has to know his place: don't pry, don't ask questions, just do your part. The rewards will naturally follow.
