Watching the two of them playfully bicker, Zhong Lin could sense that Chi Zhonglin was indeed doing much better than in the previous days. After all, as Martial Artists who have understood life and death and cultivated an Undying Body, romantic feelings for them are merely the spices in their long lives. If they were like those Immortal Gods in movies from past lives, who only focused on love, they'd likely have perished long ago.
Chi Zhonglin patted Zhong Lin's shoulder, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Also, don't tell Master."
Isn't that last sentence the real point?
Zhong Lin pouted, but seeing his Second Senior Brother's embarrassed expression, he said no more.
"Senior Brother, I've reached Perfection in Yin Evil."
"Isn't it just Yin Evil Per... As if, so fast?"
Chi Zhonglin grabbed Zhong Lin's arm, and an incredibly strong stream of Spiritual Origin surged into his body immediately.
