Jiang He's attitude was not good, but Zhou Yan felt a strange sense of familiarity with this person.
Especially the tone in which the other spoke, it was as if they had met somewhere in the mysterious depths of the void, but this feeling was fleeting. By the time Zhou Yan attempted to delve into it, it had already vanished completely.
Zhou Yan calmed his mind, and in the face of Jiang He's cold inquiry, Zhou Yan's attitude remained as indifferent as water: "I think if it's just a meaningless spar, a mere Dao body is already sufficient. Given my current condition, you should be able to see that with my current injuries, one move is already enough to prove my ability."
Zhou Yan, neither arrogant nor submissive, still exuded the noble aura of an immortal soul when facing Jiang He, akin to the pride Jiang Tianling displayed when facing the cultivators of the Sword Burial Ancestor Star.
This aura was enough to make Jiang He serious.
