Brother Zhu snapped back from his deep contemplation, slowly rose to his feet, and three hazy white cloud patterns quietly drifted from his body.
He gazed down at Shen Yi, his voice reciting a segment of obscure syllables in an extremely soft tone.
"..."
The violent emotions in Shen Yi's heart were washed over by an inexplicable coolness, and his slightly savage expression also eased somewhat.
Brother Zhu pulled out the Qianyuan blade from his waist, placed the handle in Shen Yi's palm, still with the same initial dazed expression, "You... are... too... hasty."
"Thank you, Brother Skeleton."
Shen Yi took a long breath out, and the red mist in his eyes quickly faded away.
"No... you're welcome." Brother Zhu stuttered, shaking his head.
Hearing this, Shen Yi pondered for a moment, "Golden Body Technique."
