บท 174: The Sleeve

The Taoist priest San Wei’s primordial soul tossed about for a long while but no matter how he struggled, he could not surge past Chang Li. He was already exhausted. He gasped and rested for a while, before answering Wen Leyang in a high pitch voice, "Once I was resurrected, I immediately realized that the man’s body had an extremely impressive foundation establishment! He must be a master cultivator when he was alive…"

Wen Leyang consciously shrugged, he was thinking in his heart that the man’s body was supposedly prepared by the evil soul for himself, of course, the foundation establishment was impressive."