"Curse?" Ling Yun frowned slightly, recalling the Star Soul Twins' final words.
Clearly, that fellow had not merely been threatening him. He had truly inflicted some kind of curse upon him.
Though he did not know what effect this thing had, to Ling Yun, it undoubtedly felt like a thorn buried in his flesh.
Thinking of this, Ling Yun could not help feeling somewhat frustrated. This incident had taught him a profound lesson.
It made him understand that even when facing a weak opponent, he absolutely could not let his guard down in the slightest.
After all, no one knew what strange abilities the other party might possess.
And now that the Curse Mark had become what it was, even the Primordial Blood seemed unable to do anything about it. It circled the tiny gray words several times, yet could never completely purge them.
Ling Yun more or less understood why. The only reason he could not completely remove it was that his Primordial Blood was still not strong enough.
He had not entered the Celestial Origin Realm long ago, and he had converted less than one percent of his Primordial Blood.
Yet merely suppressing the Curse Mark had already consumed more than half of the Primordial Blood he had painstakingly accumulated.
If he wanted to remove it completely, based on Ling Yun's observations just now, he would need to convert at least over ten percent of his Primordial Blood, perhaps even more!
At his current pace, it would take at least several months before that became possible.
Thinking of this, Ling Yun felt rather helpless.
It seemed that once matters here were settled, he would have to make a trip to the Mystic Realm Qin Wei had mentioned as soon as possible.
While he was troubled by the Curse