Start off with a mouthful, the rest is all made up.
What Abyss Bone-Melting Needle? Of course, it's a non-existent thing, just used to fool that silly deer.
The essence of Qinglian is of such high quality, unless one has learned the Qinglian Creation, most techniques would not be able to refine it. And the pain it causes, that's no mystical method.
Not to mention a strand of Qinglian essence, even randomly channeling some Mana into a person's crucial Spirit Platform can cause pain.
Isn't stabbing a common person's heart with a sharp wooden stick the same as stabbing it with a knife?
But the essence of Qinglian is too high-end, the robed figure just couldn't recognize it, and the pain he felt was the biggest commotion Liang Yi could create; anything more intense was beyond Liang Yi's capabilities.
"What's your name." It's not good to keep calling him the robed figure like this.
"Mu Shi. That's the name the Zen monk gave me."
