The scholarly, middle-aged man’s words were very courteous, but Long Chen saw rancor hidden deep in his eyes. He was the typical model of a human scum that liked to act as a scholar. He was clearly a cultivator, so why did he have to dress himself up as a weak scholar?

“Please go ahead,” said Long Chen bluntly.

“What relationship do you have with Mo Gate?” asked the middle-aged man.

“I am close brothers with Mo Gate’s junior gate master. I’ve eaten and lived with him. As a person, he is extremely generous, treating me to food, drink, and prostitutes. He’s very loyal,” spouted Long Chen.

Shui Wuhen was speechless. Although this wasn’t exactly taboo for cultivators, saying that he went to see prostitutes was still extremely awkward.

“Haha, then how much do you understand about Mo Gate?” asked the middle-aged man. However, this time a formless spiritual energy crept toward Long Chen.

He was trying to tell whether or not Long Chen was lying by sensing his spiritual fluctuations.

Long Chen sneered inside. Wasn’t this fake scholar embarrassed to show off such insignificant Spiritual Strength? Acting as if he didn’t realize he was probing...