Cultivators at the Saint Stage have already transcended the purely physical form of flesh and blood.
Even so, the agony of having nearly all the bones in his body crushed was enough to leave Ye Yun Guang's face deathly pale, soaked in cold sweat.
Compared to the physical pain, what troubled and frightened him even more was Venerable Daoist Ye Yan of the Ye Family's attitude towards Jiang Yufeng, the magic stabilizer of the family.
It was...
Wariness mixed with a hint of respect?!
This...
How is this possible?!
"How could this be?"