"Strange, this old man has helped nearly a hundred thousand martial artists to quickly improve their cultivation, yet you're the first to absorb the medicinal power ahead of time?"
Zhao Zhong circled around Ye Zhen, a look of bafflement on his face.
He dipped a finger into the medicinal liquid and put it into his mouth, smacking his lips, "All the assistant medicines are present, but the Horned Dragon Essence Blood is gone? Strange, could it be that you have a dragon bloodline that allows you to specifically absorb Dragon Clan Essence Blood?"
With a puzzled expression, Zhao Zhong poured another hundred pounds of Horned Dragon Essence Blood, and the moment the medicinal liquid began to boil, Ye Zhen closed his eyes once more.
If Zhao Zhong could observe Ye Zhen's body through the medicinal liquid at this moment, he would discover a mysterious transformation occurring on Ye Zhen's skin.
