Gu Ya Perfected did not answer the question, but the surrounding Black Mist suddenly intensified.
Zhao Jingyan immediately understood Gu Ya Perfected's attitude, thought for a while, and ultimately gritted his teeth, unable to resist the allure of obtaining information, "Perfected, I agree, you may add limitations to my Divine Sense?"
The Black Mist suddenly became still, and with a wave of his hand, Gu Ya Perfected shot a black light into Zhao Jingyan's body.
Zhao Jingyan only felt a slight dizziness, and a faint smell of blood at his nose, followed by a loss of any sensation.
The next moment, when he fully regained consciousness, he heard Cui Lin calling out to him, "Brother Zhao, we can go now."
Zhao Jingyan raised his head and saw Cui Lin's smiling face, and when he turned to look at Gu Ya Perfected's seat again, it was empty, the Perfected had already left at some unknown time.
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"Xiao Li, well done!"
