Xin Lin looked at her, with a hesitant expression.
Master Mo chuckled softly.
"What is it, are you wondering why, despite being so powerful, I have sealed my own Spirit Vein? Because my Spirit Vein..."
After saying this, Master Mo gestured for Xin Lin to look at her neck.
Xin Lin lifted Master Mo's hair, and a lock of it fell away.
Xin Lin was startled.
Her hand couldn't help but tremble.
The hair was already completely gray and white.
Gui Hu wasn't wrong; the aura of death weighing on Master Mo was heavy, as if everything had already begun to decay.
She clenched her fist, took a deep breath, and looked at Master Mo's neck.
The neck was long and graceful, the skin not yet completely saggy. Moving downward along the neck, Xin Lin suddenly felt her breath catch.
She saw a "centipede" on Master Mo's back.
"How could this be?"
Upon closer inspection, Xin Lin realized it was actually a Spirit Vein.
