"My predecessors, I feel half of the truth in my body, as if it did not belong to me before. What's the matter?" Xiao Yang asked in his mind.

The old man in white clothes said, "Nonsense, of course, the true Qi does not belong to you. That is the true Qi of Antianyu, who is fighting with you. It was absorbed by me forcibly."

"What... What? " Xiao Yang was suddenly confused. In any case, he did not think that this was the true spirit of Antianyu.

No wonder that the real spirit is so full that it belongs to Antianyu.

But how did the old man in white...