"I'm recovering well. Thank you for your concern, Miss Huang."
Qin Ya smiled faintly. The old steward walked over, and when he saw the Fist Seal on the Bronze Iron Tree, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. Just because Huang Yanrou couldn't tell didn't mean he couldn't. There wasn't the slightest fluctuation of True Essence on this Fist Seal. But that raised a question: if it wasn't made with True Essence, could it have been done with a bare fist?
He looked at Qin Ya's thin and frail-looking body. Suddenly, the old steward's pupils shrank slightly, a look of surprise on his face. He thought to himself, 'This kid's physical body is so powerful! The abundance of his Qi and Blood surpasses even some Beast Kings. Good heavens, is this guy a Warrior who specializes in Body Refining?!'
"Young Master Qin, that punch of yours was truly extraordinary."
