"Even if you don't seize them, you can use a similar method if it proves to be safe. After all, the Immortal Arts Hall won't run, and there isn't only one palace."
Old Master Seventh was always steady in his actions. Xu Qing had known this before. Now that he heard these words, he agreed even more and felt that he had learned a little more.
The captain felt some regret but didn't dare to refute. However, he more or less felt that the older the old man got, the more timid he became.
After retrieving the immortal art, Old Master Seventh didn't stay here. He brought Xu Qing and the captain away from the Immortal Arts Hall. As they walked out, flesh grew back around the temple under the permeation of anomalous substances.
Within moments, the bloody flesh face that had dissipated in pain and distorted reappeared. It stood there and opened its mouth, as though it was letting out a soundless wail.
