"Is he your martial nephew?" Zhan Yun asked in surprise after hearing Teng Hu address Daoist Xing Yang.
Daoist Xing Yang nodded slightly: "Yes, I have a martial brother whose martial arts are quite good. He's taken on quite a few secular disciples. Many whose luck hasn't been great have ended up as underground fighters."
After explaining, Daoist Xing Yang then snorted at Teng Hu: "Don't thank me, thank Zhan Yun instead. Your martial uncle here doesn't have the ability to refine such a treasure of a medicine."
"Yes, yes, yes, thank you, Mr. Zhan," Teng Hu quickly said to Zhan Yun.
Zhan Yun simply nodded and handed a Peiyuan Pill to Teng Hu: "Try it."
After receiving the Peiyuan Pill, Teng Hu did not hesitate, he tilted back his neck and swallowed the pill.
At this moment, everyone around fell silent and stared at Teng Hu intently, eager to see the effects of the Peiyuan Pill.
