A Fist Bouncing Against My Chest

Lin Chuan looked at the eager White Demons and felt speechless.

Weren't you all incredibly picky when you signed contracts with Mr. Qi's subordinates?

Why were you so enthusiastic now?

What happened to that arrogant nature and those lofty standards?

Wasn't this change a little too drastic?

Lin Chuan smiled faintly. "Since you're all willing, I'll let Lan Xing choose for himself once we go in."

While they were talking, Lan Xing had already come out of the cave.

"What did you call me for?"

Lan Xing asked.

"Weren't you in there looking after the injured man?"

"Why did you leave him and come out alone?"

The look of shock had yet to fade from Lan Xing's face.

"I didn't leave him behind. He was the one who, full of energy, followed Mr. Qi's group away!"

"He's better?"

"That fast?"

"Yeah!"

Lan Xing said, still somewhat stunned, "I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it myself, but everything that guy said was true!"

"That Mr. Qi had a petal-shaped energy body appear in his hand. He simply let a faint glow fall from the petal—he didn't even use the petal itself to treat him—and all the broken bones in that guy's chest healed in an instant!"

"Also, his internal organs had been injured by those guys during the fight, but I checked just now, and they'd all recovered too!"

"Looks like Mr. Qi really is extraordinary!"

Lin Chuan smiled faintly. "But it's only natural for someone with purple bloodline power to be able to do that."

"What? You're saying he has purple bloodline power?"

"But the bloodline power I saw just now was clearly green!"

"Green was just a disguise. Your bloodline power is only red. If even you could see through it, what would be the point