"So, this is your plan?"
"He advances, you retreat; he retreats, you advance, just purely to toy with Ai Cangsheng?"
At the Divine Relics, Elder Sang was exercising his limbs while tilting his head, looking dubiously at his beloved disciple.
Thanks to beloved disciple Shou, I have been reborn.
Reborn as a Fire Upanishad demi-saint, starting right at the Divine Relics with Enlightenment, and also mastering the mutated Sleeveless·Red Scorched Hand of the Penetrating Divine Senses Dragon Melting Burn.
Elder Sang was very content with this new life.
He caressed his brand new physique, feeling that long-missed smooth sensation.
This new body had skin so white and fragile that it seemed flawless, save for one defect.
Touching his head, the small bald spot still wasn't cured.
Seems like the overtime work at Fen Qin wasn't just temporary physical damage, but permanent mental harm.
"What a pity..."
Elder Sang just sighed like this.