Watching the two black bears perform the awkward muscleman exercises they must have picked up from who knows where, He Qing's eyes suddenly felt scorching hot, and she instinctively wanted to cover them.
Fortunately, she held back.
Looking over at the silent Yu Dandan and Lu Shaodan, the expressions on their faces were especially strange, indescribable. It was only from their twitching mouths that one could see the critical hit their hearts had taken.
——This must be a spiritual attack from the Black Bear Spirits!
He Qing took a deep breath, deciding to ignore this topic and asked again, "Is that Mystic Master really not the youth I described?"
"Definitely not!"
Dahei the bear said decisively.
"I remember at that time he wore a long robe and appeared to be of a certain age, not young according to human years, about thirty or forty years old, thin and lean. His Spiritual Power was also very pure, indicating he likely practices orthodox Daoist Skills."
