Mu Zifan turned around to look at Gu Jin, who was standing behind him, with a face full of gratitude and respect.
"Thank you, Master!"
His voice was heavy and excited.
Gu Jin waved at him, returned to the sofa, and sat down. While staring at Mu Zifan's face filled with surprise, she frowned.
"Your Dantian is severely damaged, did you encounter anything unusual?"
Though it was posed as a question, her tone was very certain.
The Mu Family Head and Mu Zifan were both bewildered.
Mu Zifan: "No, nothing."
Mu Family Head: "What do you mean by this, Little Ninth Lord?"
Gu Jin rubbed her fingertips and said slowly: "Mu Zifan's Dantian is damaged. It doesn't look like a hidden injury from a fight. His Dantian is like a funnel, absorbing as much spiritual energy as you want, but it's useless."
"How is this possible?!" The Mu Family Head's face changed drastically.
Mu Zifan's expression also didn't look good.
A Dantian like a funnel is practically a disaster for a cultivator.
