Ling Yun placed his hand on the other's acupoints, feeling the abnormal meridians, and clicked his tongue in wonder, "Brother, could you please show me the cultivation technique you've been practicing? Don't worry; I just need to look at a few sentences."
"..."
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Cao Rong slowly came to his senses, and he was also curious. Despite having achieved great success in his divine power and certain that his technique was authentic, why were there such severe side effects?
Originally, he even thought that the "Dragon Scripture" was supposed to be that way, that the white-robed would go mad in private, until the rebellion in Beiliang revealed there must be a problem.
Without much hesitation, Prince Cao Rong took out several pages of the technique and handed them over for inspection.
"This technique of yours..."
Ling Yun only glanced at it for a moment before he discovered the issue and a look of fury crossed his face.
"Brother?"
