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In Mo Hua's pale and void Sea of Consciousness.
The face of the Iron Corpse Elder, ghastly and zombified, was filled with disbelief.
How could a Qi Refinement cultivator possess such abundant Divine Sense?
Without a word, it took a fierce inhalation.
Sweet, pure, crystal-clear, with an endless aftertaste, and even carrying a thread of profound and mysterious Taoist Meaning.
The Zombie Elder immediately widened its eyes.
Premium Divine Sense!
It had never tasted such delicious Divine Sense in its life.
And here, the Divine Sense was so plentiful, enough for it to feast on for a long time.
If it could consume all of this youngster's Divine Sense and digest it, its Divine Thought would surely become more condensed, and its strength would skyrocket.
Even the Ancestral Master would hold it in higher regard…
With an ugly face and brimming with excitement, the Zombie Elder was about to take another bite when it was unaware of Mo Hua, who was watching it coldly from hiding.
