Kunlun Demon Sect's Ten Guardian Arts

"Awake?"

"Not bad, promoted to seventh grade, and it seems there are no side effects..."

You Yeshan scrutinized Ning Zhihu's appearance and cultivation, making a clicking sound with his tongue. It seemed like he didn't regard this Demon Sect disciple highly.

Indeed, You Yeshan didn't think much of Ning Zhihu.

He had just reached the sixth grade, and after promotion, he only had the cultivation of the seventh grade. Such cultivation wouldn't be considered outstanding even among Astrology Sect disciples.

Seeing this, the handsome Ning Zhihu's lips curled slightly, and his eyes narrowed slightly. Those familiar with Ning Zhihu knew what this expression meant.

Ning Zhihu took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, squatted down, and handed it to Yan Sanniang. He whispered, "For saving my life, Ning Zhihu will never forget this favor. I will repay you after I deal with this scum."