That being said,
Chen Yi would never gamble with his own life. He was already gripping a bottle of Immortal Drunk in his hand.
With a single step, he was aboard the Painted Boat.
He tilted his head up slightly, his disdainful gaze sweeping over Lv Jiunan and Ge Muxiao until their eyes twitched. Only then did he turn and enter the Painted Boat.
As he walked, he muttered to himself, "The Black Magic of Poshisu Country has some substance."
"A pity it's all for show."
Back in the East Market, Chen Yi had already discerned some of the secrets of Black Magic from that Evil Demon of the Illusory Sound Sect.
It seemed strange, but in reality, it was just a Cultivation Technique from the Evil Demonic Dao—unfit for the grand stage.
It likely involved using some sort of Secret Technique to plant an "Artifact" inside another's body, then using True Essence to create vibrations for the purpose of long-distance control and assassination.
