Author: Silavin [Black Ink Disciples!] Both Yang Ji and Yang Xu looked at each other. They had obviously forgotten about the key existence of those that had fully gotten corrupted by Black Ink Strength.
Author: Silavin Yang Xu, more concerned about her Brother’s well-being, quickly urged him, “That isn’t important right now. We need to get it out of you.”
Author: Silavin [What’s going on?] Both Yang Ji and Yang Xu questioned what was happening. Although Yang Xu did not explore Yang Ji’s Dantian, she could still sense the Black Ink Strength in his body all being directed there.
Author: Silavin [What is going on? Why is it not weakening at all!?] Yang Ji cursed as he sought to find a way to resist the Black Ink Strength with all his might.
Author: Silavin “Do we really need to?” At this point, Yang Xu looked at her Brother, as though asking for help. Her big round eyes were now the sizes of plates as though begging to be excused.
Author: Silavin It should be said that even for those of the Black Ink Clan, Black Ink Strength Fluid was too potent for those that were too weak. One had to be a Feudal Lord and above to remain completely unaffected by this potent Black Ink Strength Fluid.
Author: Silavin Mo’s words suddenly became a blur. It was not that Yang Xu and Yang Ji were unable to hear it. Rather, it just sounded incomprehensible, as though this knowledge was not allowed to be heard by them. Even Mo Na Ye could not make sense of those words.
Author: Silavin Yang Ji and Yang Xu looked at each other, puzzled by the sight. After all, the structure of this thatched house was really familiar. Although it was of a different colour, there was no mistaking it. This was almost a carbon copy of the small house their Uncle Eleven lives in.
