Of course, a celestial master could sacrifice their cultivation base to forcibly reshape the meridians, but the risk was immense.
Time was also running out, people with chaotic yin meridians all died young, and there were no expectations.
He Qing sat calmly, his expression reminding Gu Yuze of the first time he had met him on the roof.
His complexion was even paler than Gu Yuze's when he had first transmigrated into this world. Because his skin was too white, his lip colour looked particularly red. His facial features were very defined, and the bridge of his nose was straight.
He looked like a glass sculpture on the edge of shattering.
But then he had appreciated Gu Yuze's fake speech and he had given him Ai Ye pills as a greeting gift. Gu Yuze had asked to be allowed to go for a mission with He Qing instead and He Qing had given him both. The Ai Ye pills and the mission.
