As the cold evaporated, a pure white True Qi emerged between Qing Yu's palms.
"This is?" Feng Jiu could feel that this True Qi stemmed from the same source as the Vast Righteous Qi within his body.
"Just now, during the final palm clash, I intercepted this palm force from Han Wenxin. It's a pity he held back at the end, otherwise, I might have captured more and had a chance to delve into his secrets."
"It is indeed authentic Vast Righteous Qi," Feng Jiu nodded affirmatively.
"What about this hand technique then? Take a look..."
While speaking, Qing Yu silently operated the "Little Faceless Skill" to mimic the move Han Wenxin had used, forcing the intercepted True Qi to his palm.
"How about it? Have you seen this hand technique before?" Qing Yu asked.
Although it was merely a replica, To Qing Yu, it resembled Han Wenxin's palm strike by seventy to eighty percent.
