The man with the goat beard had a look of terror in his eyes as he clamped a hand over his mouth.
It seemed he could hardly believe that the sound had just come from him.
So many years had passed.
The last time he made such a sound was probably the year he came of age when his father took him to broaden his horizons.
"Brother Jin, you to me..."
Mid-sentence, Nalan Yuandao suddenly froze.
He had meant to ask what the young Taoist had just done to him. To his surprise, the surging murderous intent he had always struggled to repress within himself had dissipated.
"How are you feeling now? Do you still feel ill?"
Jin Xu looked down from above, his eyes shining with silver light, and asked.
Under his observation, after experiencing a round of the "Body Purification Skill," the extremely thin red line within the goat-bearded man's Qi had shattered.
Nalan Yuandao shook his head blankly.
