He knew the risk, but it wasn't like he had other choices now.
FengXue moved her finger, making the scroll open in the air. "Send your wisp of soul."
With a deep sigh, Yang Fei obeyed. Feng Xue took the scroll back to her storage ring. She then threw the pearl at Yang Fei.
His complexion quickly turned healthier the moment he held it.
"I'm sure you know what to do next. I'll be in touch." After saying this, Feng Xue disappeared.
Meanwhile, in the BaiYue sect, MingHao was now doing his usual routine. His forehead was full of sweat, with a few huge rocks on his back.
His wrists, ankles, and belt were made with Densium Metal. The weight kept increasing as he got used to the current one.
Xueqi Ancestor floated at his side. "I still don't get this method. I admit your physical strength is growing to an unprecedented level, but in front of those Heaven-chosen and true powerhouses, it will still be worth nothing."
