Miao Shou Ancient Immortal continued to watch the results of the program's deduction, continuing to wield the Thief Skill.
He could feel that the chaotic and unstable pulse of his disciple had actually become stable and strong again.
The originally slowed speed of the Great Immortal Technique theft unexpectedly accelerated once more.
He grinned and looked up, seeing his disciple still shedding tears of blood... but those tears were no longer red, they had turned into greasy black!
Two greasy black streaks from the corners of his eyes ran down Yangpeng Lake's face, flowing to the corner of his mouth where a smile appeared.
Indeed... it was this pollution, this strange black oil, that stirred fate and changed luck!
Miao Shou Immortal held his disciple's wrist, his grip getting stronger and stronger!
His murmurs grew louder and more urgent, gradually sounding like a bizarre song!
Wisps of white smoke were already emerging from Yangpeng Lake's head.
