C502 The Competition for the Sect

Make sure the disciples of the Exquisite Brush Hall are far away. Zhang Chu held his breath and focused his mind. The true qi in his dantian's meridians was surging violently.

A few seconds later, accompanied by a crisp 'crack', the so-called exquisite and profound ink brush, the green pill formation, was effortlessly broken.

No one paid any attention to it during the whole process.

After all