Inside the cave, the firelight flickered.
Li Ya sat on a rock, with his upper body bare, wrapping his wounds in white cloth, fresh blood constantly seeping out, terribly frightening, yet he did not furrow his brow.
Next to him floated a Soul Body, that of a tall elder, who was stroking his beard while watching him.
"The fact that you can withstand the toxicity of the Thousand-Handed Demon Vine means your physical body has become stronger," the elder ancestor praised.
Li Ya calmly said, "It's still not enough. Compared to Lv Xian and Ji Xiaoyu, it's really nothing, not to mention another An Hao popping up within the Sect. It's said that guy's Talent surpasses that of the two more outlandishly."
