62. That's it?

Lips mere half an inch apart.

No one moved, and their direct gazes showed not the slightest deviation, both seeming to pay little mind to the overly close distance.

Mu Qingtong's long lashes quivered slightly as she spoke in a clear and indifferent voice that resonated in Xia Feng's heart, "I have said all I know, now it's your turn."

"My turn? What am I supposed to say?"

"The reason why you can devour the Evil Power Sea."

"Eh?" Xia Feng tilted his head, a puzzled expression on his face, "That's strange, when did I ever say I would tell you?"

Xia Feng had indeed only asked her if she wanted to know, but he had not said he would tell her.

Mu Qingtong was naturally not surprised by Xia Feng's tricky maneuver, as she was well accustomed to it.

Her gaze was serene as she stared at the man before her, her lips slowly curling into a cold smile, "Mr. Xia, it seems that you only know 'three slow steps', you don't really know how to dance, do you?"