In the room, Jian Shen had been cultivating his Qi to aid his recovery, and was already much better. His complexion had also improved significantly, and he let out a long sigh of relief.
Lu Bei watched quietly from the side, arms folded, leaning against the doorframe, and then said indifferently, "How do you feel?"
"Much better. I owe a lot to Qian Ye for this period; otherwise, my recovery wouldn't have been so swift." After saying this, Jian Shen couldn't help but sigh, "They say I have talent, but I never expected that mastering a higher-level mental method would be so difficult, and I've almost succumbed to demonic deviation several times."
Lu Bei spoke again, faintly, "I'm not talking about that."
Hearing this, Jian Shen's expression turned slightly unpleasant as he retorted, "You and I have been good friends for many years. Say what you want to say."