Zhu Lingyun glanced at him.
Zheng Pingzhang's smile froze: "Isn't it right?"
Zhu Lingyun said, "A few more hits, and I'll lose my life first!"
"This..." Zheng Pingzhang was puzzled.
Ji Qingyun said, "This staff takes a great toll on the spirit."
Zhu Lingyun lightly said, "It's not just the spirit it consumes."
"What else?"
"Lifespan," Zhu Lingyun said, "Just those two moves cost me ninety years of lifespan!"
"Ah?!" Zheng Pingzhang jumped in shock and hurriedly said, "Ninety years of lifespan?"
Zhu Lingyun plucked a white hair from his head, let it drift to the ground after releasing it.
Unnoticed, a few strands of white hair had appeared on his head.
He again drew the Golden Staff from his sleeve and tossed it to Zheng Pingzhang: "You try it."
Zheng Pingzhang caught it like it was a searing hot iron and wished to throw it away immediately.
He forced a smile and said, "I'd better not try it."
Ji Qingyun's face also changed: "It actually consumes lifespan?"
