In the center of the hall, a celadon string-patterned three-legged incense burner was placed. Wisps of blue smoke rose from the burner, emitting a faint fragrance.,Therefore, one must absolutely not let him know where he is, only then can he speak the truth.,Although Yan Shu tried his best to respond in the dialect of Youyan, he was a southerner after all, so his accent sounded rather stiff. Coupled with his aged voice which was more convincing, Zhao Jun didn't detect any inconsistencies.。