He couldn't shake the feeling that Im Beomhyeon had somehow noticed him talking to the light point earlier and ignoring everything around him.
Finally, Im Beomhyeon asked in a slow, almost eerie tone, "Did your master make you cultivate some kind of special technique? Something that needs you to absorb spiritual energy from heaven and earth?"
Bok Taejin's heart pounded violently.
Thanks to his previous life's experiences, he managed to keep a calm expression on his face.
"Brother Im, do you really think I'm capable of cultivating anything?"
"Who knows?" Im Beomhyeon glanced meaningfully in the direction of the Jade Blossom Mountain Range, then turned toward a small clay stove outside the big kitchen. "Can you cook?"
The sudden shift in topic made Bok Taejin even more certain—Im Beomhyeon probably really did know something.
But Im Beomhyeon didn't pursue it, which suited Bok Taejin just fine.
