As Qian Yu rolled up the sleeve on his arm, one could see crisscrossing scars, deep enough to expose the bone.
Upon closer inspection, it was discernible that strands of Evil Qi flowed over the scars on his arm.
Qian Yu wore a faintly bitter smile: "Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see, these scars cannot be healed at the moment, because terrifying Evil Qi lingers on them, and the source of this Evil Qi is a Pseudo-God dwelling in the Gale Mountain Range.
Qian Yu's expression turned somewhat dejected as he spoke.
These scars had been with him for a long time, and without a special method, they were very difficult to heal.
Now, being in the Gale Mountain Range, the wounds were frequently eroded by Evil Qi.
He was unsure how far he could go with this group of disciples from the Storm Sword Sect.
Yueye's eyebrows furrowed slightly: "Did you see what kind of Pseudo-God wounded you?"
