Feeling Lin Zheyu successfully transformed into the Tyrannical True Intent, Niu Qinghe immediately withdrew the pressure of his intent.
Huff huff
Huff huff huff...
Lin Zheyu gasped heavily, his body nearly exhausted.
"Thank you, senior!"
Lin Zheyu's eyes were filled with joy. He immediately stepped forward, clasped his fists, and bowed to Niu Qinghe.
If it weren't for Niu Qinghe's help this time, without this opportunity, it would have likely taken much longer to completely transform into the Tyrannical True Intent.
"It was just a small favor, nothing worth mentioning."
"Now that you've condensed your true intent, hurry up and leave. I'm sick of looking at you." Niu Qinghe waved his hand impatiently.
This time, his help was indeed just a small favor.
Lin Zheyu was already at the critical point and just needed an opportunity. Even without Niu Qinghe, he would likely have broken through soon.
"Uh..."
Lin Zheyu was a bit puzzled by Niu Qinghe's irritation.
