"Indeed, young and not yet fit for great responsibilities!"
But after seeing Chen Mozi's progress, he became anxious.
The opponent started later but got ahead of him so quickly?
Chen Mozi had no time to think about anything else; he was focused on chasing two intertwining beams of white light.
"Fishy as carp, makes one want to retch, entangled with each other, life and death intertwined."
"This must be the Yin Yang Pill of legend!"
"But who is Yin, and who is Yang? Where lies the difference between the two?"
"Do I really have to take a gamble?"
Drops of sweat had appeared on the man's forehead without him knowing when.
For a Nascent Soul True Master, even if seldom practicing Body Refinement, their physique undergoes countless rounds of Marrow Washing by Spiritual Energy, so how could they sweat?
This signifies immense pressure!
But this dilemma finally ended after Chen Mozi agonized for a whole month.
He took a gamble!
And he succeeded!
