"So what is your cultivation level..." Leon Luo looked at Chu Yao with some curiosity. His spiritual sense covered Chu Yao, making sure to perceive the subtle expressions of every muscle on his face to prevent Chu Yao from feeling offended by this question.
Chu Yao's expression had relaxed a little when he faced him. He no longer kept a distance from Leon Luo, intentionally or unintentionally, and no longer used the same perfunctory smile to greet Leon Luo.
This might be the credit of the silver-faced men who died under Leon Luo's sword. By the way, Leon Luo always wanted to express his gratitude to them for their contributions in helping Chu Yao practice sword skills.
Chu Yao did not shy away from answering questions about his cultivation. From his life situation, this was almost common sense. Speaking of common sense was not an insult, but rather it would make Leon Luo, who did not understand it, look a little strange.
"I am practicing the furnace and cauldron technique." Chu Yao said calmly.
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