C568 The Transformation of the Martial Spirit

Xia Yi sat on the wet ground, his eyes fixed on Tu Shifang.

He did not plan to continue pondering over this matter. This matter was too brain-wrecking. He had just come back from the brink of death, so he did not want to waste his brain cells anymore.

"Just tell me, what exactly happened? I can't be bothered to guess!" Xia Yi waved his hand, indicating that he had given up