Zhou Dekun’s face was unsightly. He actually didn’t care a bit about the gaze of the young man; his heart was like a pile of ashes as he continuously sighed. The reason for this, of course, was because of the strange look on the face of the Yan Cultivator.
It started out as one of incredulity, then perplexity, and finally disbelief. His body began to tremble.
“I’m finished, finished….” thought Zhou Dekun bitterly. His heart was trembling.
The man name Yan suddenly took a deep breath and slowly looked back up at Zhou Dekun.
“That Pill….” began Zhou Dekun. Before he could continue, however, Yan once again clasped hands and bowed deeply.