Just as Xu Yunfan was idly preparing to ponder the Triple Jiao Sword Qi again, a heavy gasp came from Pei Yan beside him.
Xu Yunfan turned his head to look and saw Pei Yan lying at the edge of the Earth Fire, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.
Though the veins on his forehead and neck still throbbed, they were clearly much stronger than yesterday.
"How is it?"
Xu Yunfan asked.
The dark purple halo of the pulsating Earth Fire cast shifting light and shadows across half of Pei Yan's face. He bent a finger to wipe away the dark green, venomous blood from the corner of his mouth, his fingertip plowing five scorched black marks into the rock wall.
