Yun Yiyi was stunned on the spot.
"Haotian Palm, Mystic Void sword method. Senior..."
This reward given by the senior was priceless.
Just one glance at the Haotian palm was enough to suffocate her.
She was already a supreme master.
Even her master did not give her such a strong sense of oppression.
Such a palm technique was probably not available in their sect.
That was not right!
Why did the name of this palm technique sound familiar?
Thinking carefully, she still could not recall anything.
"No! I have to ask Master!"
Thump! Thump!
Yun Yiyi turned around and ran back again.
"Master!"
She shouted as she ran.
Bai Zhijing, who had yet to enter the hall, heard the shout from the foot of the mountain and quickly turned around.
"What's wrong now?"
"That senior... he..."
Yun Yiyi gasped for breath.
"What's wrong with him?"
"He taught me two divine abilities."
