"Thank you, Master!"
Yang An breathed a sigh of relief when he learned that he could control the Concealment Seal himself.
It would be torture for him if his Cultivation Level was constantly suppressed to the Fake Food stage.
However, if he could control its release, it wouldn't really affect him. In a true life-or-death situation, he could even remove all the Seals and unleash his full power.
From this perspective, Elder Zhuan Yu's actions were surprisingly considerate, not compulsory.
"One more thing."
At this moment, Elder Zhuan Yu spoke again.
He reached into the bloody hole in his chest and scooped out a large pool of bright red blood.
The blood writhed and twisted in his hand as if it were alive. It was quickly compressed to the size of a grain of rice before he flicked it into Yang An's body.
