"Alright, give me your hand." After an hour, Ling Chuxi stopped cultivating and extended her hand to Ling zhongxuan.
Ling zhongxuan didn't know what she wanted to do, so he let her hold his pulse.
Ling Chuxi took a deep breath and took out a piece of dark green grass leaf and put it in her mouth.
"Ink orchid leaf!" Seeing this scene, Zhi Han was even more surprised. Other people might not recognize Mo Lan, but she did. It was obvious that what Ling Chuxi was about to do would consume a lot of her divine sense. Otherwise, she would not have needed to take the mo Lan leaf in advance.
Ling Chuxi looked into Ling zhongxuan's eyes and suddenly, there was a flash of light in her eyes. The powerful divine sense of the level eight sword heart soul-breaking technique directly rushed into Ling zhongxuan's sea of mind.