620 The Lord’s Suspicion (1/2)

The Lord tossed and turned the two portraits repeatedly. ”You lived with this person in a bamboo house for two months?” The Lord asked her suddenly while pointing at the bearded man.

”Not really. The man would only call upon me and teach me for about an hour every night. I was allowed to visit other parts of the village for the rest of my time.”

”What were you known as, in the village?”

”The master of venomous spells, a well-known one. The villagers were slightly intimidated by him. Normally, they would not even pass by his place.”

”Had he shown you any moves showcasing his strength?”

”Just the venomous spell,” said Gu Xijiu,2 as she frowned.

Normally, all masters were always a little enigmatic. However, the master was at the acme of all mysteries, as he had never associated with anyone.

There were only a few people from the village who had seen his face before. If it were not for Gu Xijiu to visit the bamboo house regularly for an hour each day, she would not have seen him at all.

”That being said, you have never really seen his moves?”

Gu Xijiu shook her head. ”I have not. It was quite peaceful in the village back then. At most, there would only be some cases of missing chicken or sheep, but the creatures would always be retrieved instantly. He did not have a lot of opportunities to utilize his skill.”

The Lord fixed his gaze on her. He teased her a little, ”The man was being so mysterious. As for you, I suppose you had already ferreted out the conditions in his bamboo house, hadn’t you?What did he have in there?”

Gu Xijiu did not know what to answer.

She coughed. ”I went to learn the skills from him. He could already be considered as my teacher. I honored my teacher and respected his teaching, so why would I spy into his house?”

The Lord did not say anything. He only looked at her.

Gu Xijiu had a little guilty conscience, as she looked back and caught his eyes. She could not stand looking at him any further and for the first time, she gave up the struggle. She raised her hand and said, ”Alright, I admit, I had looked into his house, but there was nothing much in it. It was only a little obsolete. The things in his house were nothing more than ordinary, with a few jars to culture the venom.”

”What kind of jars were they?” Asked The Lord.