Lowering his head to look at that withered, massive hand, Xiao Yan's heart was instantly thrown into a storm. That hand was like an iron clamp—he could not break free from it at all.
What was more, Xiao Yan could feel an ocean-like amount of Dou Qi from that hand: boundless, surging, and overwhelming.
Before that immense Dou Qi, Xiao Yan felt like an ant, one that could be crushed at any moment.
Taking a deep breath, Xiao Yan forcefully suppressed the shock in his heart and managed to squeeze out a smile. He said softly,
"Thank you, Senior."
"Interesting. Not bad, little fellow."
Fa Ma had naturally noticed the soul force Xiao Yan had sent flowing along his palm. If Fa Ma had wanted to, he could have crushed Xiao Yan's soul force before it even approached him.
However, Fa Ma had not stopped it, because he too wanted to know what level Xiao Yan's soul force had reached.
And once he probed it, even Fa Ma was shocked. He had never expected Xiao Yan, at such a young age, to possess soul force comparable to that of a fourth-tier alchemist. It was truly unbelievable.
"You flatter me, Senior."
Xiao Yan tugged hard at the corners of his mouth. Seeing Fa Ma's gaze constantly appraising him, he silently cursed Medicine Elder for being unreliable. He was utterly useless at a critical moment.
What Xiao Yan did not know was that Medicine Elder had hidden because Fa Ma's aura felt somewhat familiar. Worried that he might be an old enemy, he had concealed himself to recall Fa Ma's identity and background.
"Hehe, this old man is not one to exaggerate. You need not belittle yourself, little fellow. Your talent is indeed exceptional. Among the younger generation I have seen, only