C1267 Formative Spirit
Fu Wenqing swallowed the Supernatural Pill without hesitation.
He felt like his body was being washed away by a wave of heat, not just from his wounds. Even the place where he had worked so hard before had become light.
Fu Wenqing's expression turned strange. He couldn't help but grab the bandage that was wrapping the wound.
Shang Yushan hurriedly stepped forward