C78 Soul Returning Pill

Yang Ying was at a loss for words. He simply gazed at Wang Mingxuan and gave a firm nod in response.

A mournful cry pierced the air, "How can someone be as talented as you? It's utterly demoralizing! You must help me set up a formation to soothe my wounded soul!"

"Sure, I'll arrange it for you once you're in the inner sect. Does that work for you?" Yang Ying agreed without hesitation