Mo Tianhua lay on the ground, closed his eyes, and remained silent. He was usually proud and didn't think much of his fellow brothers, except for a few. As a result, he wasn't very popular, and even after lying there for an hour, no one came forward to help him, all glad to see him make a fool of himself.
Now, Zhang Yan's alchemy technique was also quite famous; perhaps one day the disciples might need him. Since it didn't concern them, why risk offending him by intervening?
However, some brothers could not bear it. About an hour later, a middle-aged cultivator with a broad face and long beard, looking displeased, came over and tore away the talisman from Mo Tianhua's chest.
This talisman mainly worked on the two places, the chest and the head. Now, with it pulled away from the chest, the Qi Acupoint was opened. Without touching the rest, Mo Tianhua felt his whole body relaxed, and after a flash of Xuanguang on his body, the remaining talismans were shaken off.
