Li Changgeng's Talent

Just as Wang Ye was about to reach the door, his expression suddenly changed. The next second, he vanished from where he stood and reappeared beside Zhang Ziliang.

Within the range of his psychic perception,

Zhang Ziliang's finger twitched slightly.

Zhao Hai was somewhat puzzled. Having suffered grievous injuries in the past and had his psychic power completely destroyed, he could not sense any of this.

He looked at Wang Ye in confusion.

But Wang Ye was in no mood to speak. He stared intently at Zhang Ziliang without blinking.

Until

Zhang Ziliang's finger twitched again.

This time, Zhao Hai saw it too.

However, his reaction was nowhere near as dramatic as Wang Ye's. He understood Zhang Ziliang's condition better than anyone.

He calmly walked over to Zhang Ziliang, examined him carefully, then gave a slight shake of his head beneath Wang Ye's expectant gaze.

"He's not coming back to life."

Wang Ye was somewhat disappointed. "Then why?"

"You have something on you that stimulates psychic power, don't you?" Zhao Hai asked after thinking for a moment.

Wang Ye thought about it, then took the Seven-Colored Lotus from his pocket. Gentle strands of psychic power continuously radiated from it.

Zhao Hai's eyes lit up. "The Seven-Colored Lotus?"

"Isn't this Great Emperor of the North Pole's possession?"

"You..."

"Stole it?"

He looked at Wang Ye with a strange expression, his disbelief evident.

This thing...

Great Emperor of the North Pole had been preparing it since ancient times. Wang Ye seemed to have heard that he had found a seed to break through his bottleneck, though even that information might not have been accurate.

At the very least, Great Emperor of the North Pole himself had denied it.

Wang Ye nodded. "Can this save Zhang Ziliang?"

"No."

Zhao Hai shook his head