"Mr. Gongyang, if I can extend your life by another month without using any auxiliary tools, what do you think?" Ye Guichen looked at Gongyang Lang with a smile.
Gongyang Lang instinctively shook his head and sneered, "Boy, you're truly arrogant! Even the strongest cultivator I've ever seen couldn't achieve that, why should you, a mere boy..."
The next second, before Gongyang Lang could finish his sentence, Ye Guichen slowly raised his hand.
Ye Guichen held a withered tree branch in his hand.
Before the naked eye, the branch actually sprouted new leaves quickly.
Then, the buds gradually grew, and in just a few breaths, they became lush and dense.
"This, this is..." Gongyang Lang was dumbfounded.
Such a bizarre method, truly unheard of.
Resurrection of dead wood!
"Who exactly are you?" Gongyang Lang finally looked directly at Ye Guichen.
