Paying Back in His Own Coin

Within Zhu Yun Manor's hidden room, Vice-Patriarch Zhu Yun's eyebrows were locked tightly, appearing very somber.

"Oh, Dao Yuan, where did this boy come from? How can he have such capabilities? That Li Yang was clearly already dead. How can he possibly have resurrected?" Zhu Yun opened his mouth to ask.

Master Dao Yuan similarly had knitted brows and was very gloomy. "That boy's finger technique is unbelievably profound. It's indeed rather odd! But . . . he only opened up the obstructed meridians in Li Yang's body and let him revive for the time being. My Mind Loss Powder is incurable. Li Yang can last for at most another two days. He still has to die!"

Zhu Yun's eyebrows raised up. "Dao Yuan, is what you said true?"