The Great Devouring

A drop of pure liquid flowed from his dantian, rushing towards his meridians and flowing into every limb and bone.,A sudden, jarring scream interrupted their conversation. Hundreds of people surrounded them, pointing and whispering.,The madame was over forty, her face plastered with thick rouge. The cloying perfume she wore was almost overpowering, and her expression, a ghastly mask of death, made people recoil in disgust. She stood before Liu WuXie, shouting and gesticulating wildly.。