Shen Zhiming had originally wanted to ask Chen Cheng about his insights into the Concealment Secret Skill, but the words died on his lips.
As a veteran scholar, he of all people understood the importance of focus.
Chen Cheng wasn't just focused; he had clearly entered a state of single-minded concentration, a state where self and the world faded away.
Shen Zhiming could occasionally enter this state himself. The feeling was truly wonderful, best described in a scholar's words as, "It's like having divine assistance while reading!"
In such a state, even if his favorite concubine were to appear before him, wearing an intricately carved, hollowed-out red silk belly-cover and swaying her slender waist in the most provocative manner, Shen Zhiming would still find her an eyesore!
Gently lifting the teacup from the table and taking a sip, Shen Zhiming tiptoed out.
Once outside the main hall, he let out a long, heavy breath as if a great weight had been lifted.
