Yang Yan glanced over.
"It seems you know, speak the name.
Tell me how to break it, or who can break this spell," he coldly asked Wuxiang.
This spell was extremely mysterious, and Wuxiang's cultivation had not reached the King Realm.
Even though he knew the name of the spell, he might not necessarily have the ability to break it.
Wuxiang slowly shook his head.
"It shouldn't be, that kind of spell, no one in the human world could cast it.
My cultivation is inadequate, I must have seen it wrong."
He appeared a bit flustered.
He knew clearly that he hadn't seen it wrong, he just didn't dare to say it.
"And Brother Yang Long, you haven't said yet why you came out of the cemetery." He questioned Yang Yan in return.
"Are you the one who stole the Yijing Bone Washing Skill?"
Yang Yan's eyes narrowed slightly!
"Whether I am or not, it doesn't matter anymore at this moment!
Since you won't tell, don't blame me for being ruthless and forcing you to speak!"
