That Qin Yang... he isn't planning to refine me into a Genius Spirit Seed, is he?!
Wen Zhixing looked up at the silhouettes of the people ahead.
A judgment formed in his heart instantly.
He was exceedingly sensitive to his own constitution.
It was the look in Qin Yang's eyes again, the same look that immediately made him think of this.
That look... Si Nanyan, Feng Ruoli, and the others had similar expressions; they just hadn't been chosen.
Does such a large sect really lack a Genius Spirit Seed like me?
Wen Zhixing furrowed his brows.
His understanding of such a grand sect was still somewhat shallow.
At the same time, he wasn't particularly worried about himself.
What he was most concerned about were Liu Qingdai, Bai Luqiu, and the others.
