A thought flashed through Lin Changheng's mind, and the faint smile on his face faded. "Cautious? Fellow Daoist, what makes you say that?"
"Heh heh!"
The old Daoist Wu Jiu raised his cup to Lin Changheng again, twitched his nose, and squinted his drunken eyes. "A moment ago, Fellow Daoist, you didn't use your Divine Sense, but you did use some sort of special Spiritual Eye to look me over from head to toe."
"If this old Daoist's perception weren't so keen, given how exquisite your Divine Abilities are, I'm afraid not even a Late Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator would have noticed a thing."
As he spoke, he downed another cup of Spirit Wine. He then reached for the wine pot, only to find it was empty.
Immediately, his gaze toward Lin Changheng held a trace of disappointment.
