Level Eight

A moment later, the figures of the plump Elder and the square-faced Elder groggily moved over. They knew something was fishy seeing Lu Chaonan leaning on the trunk of a tree with Chu Li was seated quietly right next to him.

With one look at Zhe Ying's face, they understood what had just happened. He looked as if he was brimming with energy, not at all like someone who was weakened after using their secret skill. On the other hand, Lu Chaonan's body looked stiff. The weakness of his energy accentuated even more in contrast to Chu Li's.

Chu Li smiled as they approached him, shaking his head. "O' two Master's Juniors, can you just save all of us some time?"