It was just short of literally feeling the changes with his own hands.
There was this kind of gaze among the seven or eight representatives of the Northern Mystic Martial World present. Only the oldest, Hadi, was the most excited.
"Sorry, sorry. I just…I just wanted to be sure. But now, I have found my answer..."
Hadi's form flickered in a moment, returning to his original position like a phantom. Seven or eight of them formed a circular ring.
He sat cross-legged, continually stroking his own goatee.
In front of him, Casio appeared to be struggling a bit. A massive, burning hot body temperature radiated into the room, immediately raising the surrounding temperature. Accompanied by the sizzling sound of burning grease, it was emanating from the flesh on the surface of the body.
"Mian, we must get this Secret Soul power. Whether it's for us old immortals to live longer, or for the younger generation in our school..."
Hadi spoke very sincerely.
