Wei Tianyang no longer argued, for verbal disputes were meaningless, especially since Zhao Ling, as a ruler, was driven by her yearning for power, which dominated her to seek assistance from the Lingxian Sect and murder her own father...
Such a person could not be swayed by words.
"Don't overthink, what's the situation with your right hand now?" Zhao Ling cared more about this.
[His right hand looks in a bad state... If he loses his superpower, he won't be valuable anymore...]
Wei Tianyang smiled and said, "It's nothing serious, just... unsightly."
He extended his right arm, which was incredibly stiff at the joints and fingers, but still managed to wield his superpower, as his skin gradually turned iron-gray.
Zhao Ling, bursting with joy, exclaimed, "Their guess was true! You can absorb other special forces' superpowers!"
Fujiwara Makoto didn't quite know which expression to wear for a moment, as a flurry of thoughts raced through her mind.
