Seeing that Li Yao could still sit straight, the other Cultivators who participated in the Mist Clearing Operation were all overjoyed. Many of them took out medication drugs and magical equipment.
"Fellow Cultivator Sand, are you alright?"
Li Yao's eyes suddenly split, and his face turned extremely pale and slightly green. Sweat the size of beans was smashing the ground like rainwater.
His hands shivering, he ripped open the mustard-seed suit on his body. In front of his chest was a black and purple bruise that seemed to have been caused by a venomous centipede. It was swollen, and it looked as if pus would burst out as soon as anybody touched it.
"I—Ke ke ke ke—I'm fine."
Of course, he was fine.
Everything was a disguise. He destroyed his skin with spiritual energy and faked the seemingly terrible wounds that in fact did not matter at all.
