Yujing City, East Suburban Cemetery.
Zhang Fan was comprehending the cultivation method of the Taiyi Life-saving Skill, only awakening near noon.
At this moment, the look in Xiong Ba's eyes towards him had already changed. The earlier vigilance had largely dissipated, replaced by a hint of respect.
It was truly because the Taiyi Life-saving Skill that Zhang Fan exhibited seemed much more genuine than his.
One must know, he had secretly been practicing for many years to achieve today's results.
Obviously, Zhang Fan had invested far more effort and dedication into this Daoist skill than he did.
"I'm really useless," Xiong Ba lowered his head.
He lacked the talent for the family's Yin Mountain Daoist Skill, and even the Taiyi Life-saving Skill, which he had acquired by chance, was not as well cultivated as others.
"Don't be discouraged," Zhang Fan shook his head and hurriedly comforted him.
