After a few breaths.
Lin Zheyu slowly opened his eyes, a faint smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.
"Phew..."
"Wasted a unit of my Source Power, Wu Yixuan, the Wu Family, the three great Ancient Martial Families, just wait for me!"
Lin Zheyu exhaled a breath of turbid air, his voice cold as he muttered softly.
A powerful perception swept through his body, delving into every cell of muscles, skin, and bones, checking over and over.
After confirming there were no other imprints, he was relieved.
"That old guy from Lingyun Pavilion, what method did he use? With my current level of perception, I still can't find the imprint on my body."
Lin Zheyu frowned slightly, no matter how he checked himself, he couldn't find the imprint left by Fan Hongwei,
which was the most troublesome part.
If he could find and remove the imprint, that constant feeling of urgency wouldn't hang over his heart.
He shook his head slightly, no longer thinking about that old guy.
