"You broke through to the origin realm?"
The Demon Tribe Dao Rhythm within Qian Cheng had been completely absorbed, leaving him looking terribly weak.
He would not be able to return to his peak anytime soon.
He looked at the masked Zhao Su, complicated emotions flickering in his eyes.
"These are Spirit-Gathering Pills. They can help you recover quickly. I hope you'll be stronger when the final battle comes!"
With a wave of his hand, Zhao Su tossed a small porcelain bottle to Qian Cheng.
Then the mask on Zhao Su's face disappeared, his eyes returned to normal, and the Dao Rhythm surrounding him retreated into his body.
Like Peng Ying, Zhao Su now gave off no perceptible fluctuations of divine power.
He seemed to be nothing more than an ordinary person.
Only his eyes were different-deep and dark, impossible to look into directly.
"Are you still Zhao Su?"
Qian Renxue looked at Zhao Su, hesitation flickering in her eyes. She did not know whether the person before her was still Zhao Su.
"No matter when, I'll always be Zhao Su!"
"But you feel so unfamiliar now. You make me feel afraid!"
"Don't worry. I won't change." Smiling, Zhao Su stepped up to Qian Renxue and took her hand. "I'll always be the person who loves you most."
Feeling the warmth of Zhao Su's palm, Qian Renxue gradually grew calmer.
"Zhao Su, don't think you can control everything. You'll pay for your arrogance!"
Qian Cheng looked at Zhao Su as though he had something he could not bring himself to reveal. He wanted to say something, but ultimately held back, offering only that warning.
Then he paid Zhao Su no further attention and left with Yin Zhu and the Ten Thousand Demon Tribe's ten great elders.
They had to enter