Even more remarkable, through Shi Yunhui, Fang Zhixing glimpsed the cultivation method of the Immortal Sect.
"Luckily, I only need a giant city with a population of over ten million..."
With this thought, Fang Zhixing had a rough idea of how to fulfill Condition 1.
The next moment, he stared at Shi Yunhui, his gaze flickering.
Shi Yunhui was apprehensive, her heart in her throat.
Life and death hinged on his whim.
Shi Yunhui was terrified to the extreme.
After a while, Fang Zhixing squatted down and drew his hand across Shi Yunhui's chest.
Swish!
A blood mark emerged.
Blood drops seeped out.
The blood of an Immortal, containing endless energy, was absorbed by the Golden Blood River.
Soon, Fang Zhixing confirmed through the Golden Blood River that Shi Yunhui hadn't lied.
"Well, Fellow Daoist Shi, what just happened between us was just a misunderstanding. Let's leave it at that."
