Bai Qi bowed his head, extended his hand, looked at his palm, and slightly knitted his brows.
"Power... only this much left?"
"You..." Chen Xiaolian was stunned: "Have you recovered your sanity?"
Ignoring Chen Xiaolian's question, Bai Qi's face showed a hint of surprise.
"Tai Yi's template... is on you?"
"Tai Yi...? Who is that?" Chen Xiaolian was confused by Bai Qi's question.
The sudden recovery of Bai Qi's sanity was already surprising enough for Chen Xiaolian, and the name Bai Qi mentioned was something Chen Xiaolian had never heard of.
Bai Qi turned to glance at the stone slab and the few peculiar seats around it, and suddenly laughed: "They wanted to give it to me earlier, but I didn't want it. Now that I want it, there's no chance left."
