Su Yu held the droplet in his hand and said with a hint of hesitation, “I already have the curse of your overwhelming Sky Clan on me. Is there any meaning in planting another curse on me?”
He lifted up his shirt and revealed a picture of an evil spirit on his chest.
The Old Demonic Immortal’s expression was solemn as he said, “For the sake of fairness, everyone has planted one on me. Of course, you are no exception.”
“Just as you said, since you already have a curse on your body, what’s the difference between planting another one?”
Su Yu was silent for a moment before he silently nodded and pressed the drop of liquid on his abdomen.
After a sharp pain, the liquid entered Su Yu’s body.
Seeing this scene, the old demonic immortal finally relaxed and revealed a happy smile. With a wave of his hand, the ripples that filled the sky dissipated.
