The Second Elder's eyes lit up as he spoke, even showing a hint of excitement.
At this moment, Zhou Qing was already cursing inwardly, thinking what a pervert.
Such great talent, yet he chooses to steal techniques from so many sects, faking his death to escape, and loves playing all kinds of games—what a freak.
"Shh, the main act is about to start."
Zhou Qing was about to leave again, but the Second Elder quickly pointed ahead, sighing with emotion.
Zhou Qing looked over and finally noticed that at this moment, Immortal Xuan You's face was starting to show faint red patterns that quickly spread.
The patterns seemed to writhe like flowing magma on her fair skin, madly twisting.
Immortal Xuan You bit her lower lip, striving not to let out a painful moan, but sweat continuously dripped from her forehead to the ground.
