The two of them chatted freely about the world. Before long, they heard a toot as the boat docked. They had evidently arrived outside the Great River Alliance's waterside stronghold.
As Wan Tiancheng rose, he reached out rather familiarly to pull Xiang Yang along with him out of the cabin. Yet the moment he touched Xiang Yang's right arm, he abruptly recoiled a step as if badly startled, then looked at Xiang Yang with uncertainty and suspicion.
Looking down at his own right palm, he saw that it had already turned bright red, as though it had been pricked by countless fine needles. Even with his cultivation and qi, it was difficult to calm it quickly—and he had merely touched Xiang Yang's arm.
"Brother Wan, please forgive me. My cultivation has improved somewhat recently, but I have yet to reach the stage where I can freely withdraw and release it. Thus, the sharpness of my body has not been concealed."
Seeing Wan Tiancheng's expression as though he had seen a ghost, Xiang Yang smiled bitterly and apologized profusely. He truly was not making excuses.
His flesh had now initially formed into a blade body. Divine Edge Aura had seeped into every inch and fraction of his skin, making him seem like a blade from the inside out. There was even a thin, almost imperceptible layer of qi blades clinging to the surface of his body, nearly becoming instinctive.
Wan Tiancheng had only just achieved the Primordial Spirit realm, and he had been completely unprepared just now. Had Xiang Yang not reacted quickly and used his qi to suppress the restless aura, Wan Tiancheng's palm might have been shaved clean of a layer of bloody skin.
"This... this is truly unheard of. I'm finding you harder and harder to see through."