The so-called Master of Bewitching Desire was none other than…
No! This is real!
Zhang Longyi's heart sank as he suddenly discovered a black 'Flesh Seed' within his sea of consciousness, eerily floating and sinking. Countless black threads, like the tentacles of an octopus, were eroding every part of his body, emitting a sinister aura.
A true stroke of fortune, a real encounter!
Zhang Longyi looked around but found nothing. Even the esteemed practitioner nearby, who had not left, failed to notice the oddities happening to him at that moment. His reverence and admiration for the mysterious Master of Bewitching Desire grew even stronger.
His expression shifted, and he forcefully stabilized his mind, striving to speak calmly, "Junior Brother Ming Zhenzi, I thank you for your kind intentions. I have important matters to attend to today and must leave you."
After speaking, Zhang Longyi departed with a flick of his sleeve, a flash of deep-seated venom passing through his eyes.
