He looked at Li Ye.
The Spiritual Light in his eyes alternated back and forth, hesitating to speak yet eager to do so, as if he had fallen into an extremely bizarre state of "left and right brain conflict."
The desire for knowledge made him want to ask for more, he felt he could swallow incredibly complex knowledge, but instinctively felt it was wrong.
Li Ye quietly watched him.
He did not speak.
As time passed breath by breath, the Spiritual Light entangled in Zhao He's eyes finally had a result—the Spiritual Light belonging to the Dao had the upper hand.
"Hoo..."
"Hoo..."
"Hoo..."
He gasped several times and suddenly clasped his hands towards Li Ye: "Master, just now your apprentice..."
"This should be the erosion of Demonic Qi." Li Ye waved his hand to signal him to rest well, with some anxiety in his eyes: "I didn't expect the erosion of Demonic Qi to be so exaggerated, even with the help of the Treasure Lotus Lamp, it still can't be completely suppressed."
