C213 Elder Shu Is Here

Zhao Yan inhaled sharply, his teeth clenched tight as veins popped on his strained face, sweat pouring down his forehead. As Ye Fan's Spiritual Energy flowed into him, Zhao Yan's right arm alternated between swelling and sinking, the visible path of the energy writhing within him like a little insect.

His tangled meridians were forcefully opened