Upon hearing Zhao Ji's words, Qiu Tu was taken aback for a moment, then blinked.
Zhao Ji's tone seemed somewhat indifferent, as usual, devoid of any inflection, with no emotion detectable.
But Qiu Tu was now too familiar with Zhao Ji, and even with a slight taste, he could sense the unusual emotion in Zhao Ji's words different from before.
'Is she teasing me on purpose?'
With this thought, Qiu Tu's mind raced, and in a moment, he had an idea.
He didn't follow the plan he originally had, revealing his "back-up card" directly, but intentionally sighed and said,
"Sister Zhaoji, that's a 'Pseudo-divine technique.' How could I possibly learn it in 10 days?"
"After all, you know how hard the 'Pseudo-divine technique' is to learn."
Upon hearing Qiu Tu's words, Zhao Ji slowly opened her eyes. She looked at Qiu Tu expressionlessly and nodded slightly.
However, she might have started holding some hope for Qiu Tu, so there was clearly a hint of disappointment in her eyes.
