Achoo!
After a quick sneeze, Zhan Ziye somewhat absent-mindedly looked at the black blood that stained his palm.
The other four lead disciples near him also focused their gaze on that.
"Junior Brother Ziye, were you injured when you transplanted the Eternal Tree?" Qiong Hua earnestly asked.
"..." Zhan Ziye did not answer, but with a solemn looked, he scanned his internal using his primordial spirit to confirm his physical condition.
Everything was good, nothing was unusual. The black blood that he spurted out a moment ago seemed like it didn't belong to him. If it was not obviously present on his palm, he would've suspected that this was just an illusion.
