Zhang Yan wanted to examine the disparity between the two energies in his chest and that of his opponent. At this moment, he exhaled a mouthful of Lan Yun Clear Qi, but it was like snow entering a boiling pot—instantly dissolved.
He shook his head; it seemed that Lan Yun Clear Qi was indeed far inferior to Qian Spirit Clear Qi in terms of Qi Mechanism refinement.
However, his expression shifted. Being keenly attuned to Qi Mechanisms, he noticed a faint wisp of Spiritual Energy lingering in the air, neither completely dissipated nor entirely substantial.
His eyes glimmered as he exhaled a strand of Qian Spirit Clear Qi, enveloped that faint wisp of Spiritual Energy, and brought it back into his chest to scrutinize carefully.
