Qi Long's face was grim. He pressed a hand lightly to the wound on his chest.
The pain had yet to fade, still throbbing dully.
The others stopped fighting, their gazes shifting between the man in black and Qi Long, their expressions varied.
Qin Wen's pupils contracted. He quickly schooled his features before speaking in a low voice:
"This man is flourishing in Celestial Barrier Mountain. He really is something special."
"With your expertise, can you tell if this man is connected to the Demon Dao?"
Bai Mo shook his head.
"It's a Secret Technique, similar to the Winter Storage Skill that Lanshan and his people are now practicing. It probably consumes one's own vitality and potential."
"It's not a Demon Dao technique, though."
The dozen or so men they had brought along were inwardly cursing their luck, but seeing Bai Mo and Qin Wen converse so casually, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
They never expected to encounter a figure like this.
