Shi Yan returned to the city center with a red face. He sat down immediately, his face slightly fierce. Yang Tian Emperor, Cao Qiu Dao, Di Shan, and Yu Rou gathered around him instinctively, looking at him bewilderedly.
"I’m alright," Shi Yan beamed a reluctant smile. "It’s not like what you thought. Bao Ao and Jie Ji didn't hurt me. Anyway, my body is a little bit strange. I need to adjust my state for a while."
Then, he closed his eyes and started to urge his blood and Qi to scatter the liquor’s special effect, and blend it with his blood little by little.
That liquor helped him condense the Immortal Blood. This discovery surprised him cheerily. He would never let this chance slip away.
Drops of wine burned his stomach, making him redden, as if he had a furnace in his body. Heat waves rippled furiously from him.
