"Don't worry, this mark is different from the one on Shen Yunlan, it dissipates more slowly." Second Uncle asked in return, "How is your recovery?"
"Fully recovered." Zhou Qing clenched his fist, spiritual power surging through his muscles and bones.
"Good!" Second Uncle's eyes flashed, "What follows will surely be a fierce battle, but for you, it's a rare opportunity for honing your skills."
He waved his hand to open the Spirit Beast Pouch, placing the still-playful Ten Thousand Year Blood Ginseng and old hen inside.
Then he took out an Array Disc, its faint green light flickering, indicating their target was a considerable distance away.
"By the way, what kind of person is that Yama?" Second Uncle suddenly asked.
Zhou Qing sneered, "A petty villain."
Second Uncle burst into laughter, "To reach the late-stage Spirit Severing Realm at such a young age, and having a counterfeit Extreme Dao Weapon by his side, he won't be any easier to deal with than Shen Yunlan. However—"
