Blood Spirit Cultivators would never forget the agony of being flayed and having their skin pierced. Even though Shao Zhongguang's cultivation was now profound, he couldn't help but shudder at the memory of that day.
However, while the Demon Court's Yao Nian Army could gather all sorts of intelligence about the Blood Spirit Scripture, they would never have paid any mind to the Pure Yang Apricot Tree present during the skinning and talisman-carving ritual.
But for the Cultivators who had endured that excruciating ordeal, the towering Pure Yang Apricot Tree was practically seared into their memories.
"Are you two my senior brothers under Master?"
A sharp glint flashed in Shao Zhongguang's eyes. He had been accepted by Yang Jing as a Named Disciple. Although he hadn't received much direct guidance from Yang Jing, his reverence for his master had not diminished in the slightest.
