But this Second Primordial Spirit Technique was exceedingly rare, even in the Immortal Realm. Wen Qingye's spiritual eyes peered through her Qi Sea and straight to her Primordial Spirit, seeing the faint bridge of communication between them. The woman before him actually possessed a Second Primordial Spirit; how could Wen Qingye not be shocked?
The woman looked at Wen Qingye and covered her mouth with a light laugh. "You certainly react quickly, little brother."
"If I wasn't quick enough, I'd probably have ended up like those others," Wen Qingye said. With a twist of his right hand, he slammed his palm onto a pile of sand. A black liquid immediately flowed from his hand, dripping onto the gravel.
SIZZLE! SIZZLE!
The patch of gravel instantly let out a piercing, sizzling sound. It wasn't hard to imagine just how potent the black liquid was.
'This Little Ghost is no simple character,' the woman in black watched Wen Qingye and thought to herself.
