Chapter 115. The Spots for the Royal Academy

"You know, your story sounds a bit too convenient," Pai Kuan said. "However, I can't detect any changes in your body, which suggest that you are telling the truth. All right. I will believe you. That art the white cloud girl used was originally an art her ancestor recovered from inside the dimension. Perhaps you have found the art from the same place."

"Perhaps," Amon said. Those acute senses that a Martial Realm cultivator possessed had instead helped him to convince Pai Kuan about his story. In his past life, it was child's play for him to fool lie detector machines and polygraph experts.

"That girl didn't come back from the secret dimension. Do you by any chance know what happens to her?" Pai Kuan asked.

"No. I only saw her that one time from a distance. I avoided everyone during my time there," Amon replied. "So, have I proven my disloyalty to the Lin clan?"