"It doesn't matter. No matter how long he lasts, he's still my disciple." Jiang Qingyan's tone was cold and emotionless, but his brows were slightly furrowed.
They all understood Jiang Qingyan's cold personality and did not feel that anything was wrong.
"I feel that with his cultivation, it would be very good if he could last two incense sticks of time."
Jiang Qingyan glanced over but did not reply.
"Ah! Yes~"
He Qingge, who had entered the Supreme Mysterious Spirit Pool, could not help but moan in comfort.
The baptism of the innate spiritual energy made him feel quite comfortable all over, as if there was an invisible and warm hand that spread through his body and mind.
From his skin to his muscles, blood, meridians, bones, and spiritual root, inch by inch, there seemed to be endless light flowing through his body.
