Zhou Qing's gaze was fixed on that black scroll, his heart pounding wildly.
If he wasn't mistaken, that scroll was the one that had fallen out from the stump with the Three-Flower Corpse.
Shen Hanyi, who knew a bit of lip reading, blurted out, "Inscription-level Divine Techniques."
"This..." Zhou Qing's voice trembled slightly.
Second Uncle suddenly turned serious, "Before I give it to you, I need to confirm something first."
Seeing this, Zhou Qing immediately straightened his back and said solemnly, "Go ahead, Uncle."
Second Uncle stared intently at Zhou Qing, "Back then, when I used the Extreme Dao Weapon to open the inscription-level Divine Technique 'Hundred Tribulations Blood Curtain' for you, to what extent have you cultivated it?"
Zhou Qing looked ashamed, "I've currently only condensed five strands of Phoenix Dao Pattern."
"Five strands?!" Second Uncle gasped, his eyes full of shock.
