158 Miraculous Art of Taoism 4yr

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"Raphael, when did you become so strong?" exclaimed Moxinke.
He trusted Han Jin so much that he didn't release his strength of fighting when his collar was grabbed. Actually, he not only trusted Han Jin by his sensibility but also his instinct.
A hint of a smile crept on Han Jin's face. Although no one could keep their composure when undergoing unbearable pain, he had already come to his senses. The resentment he originally had towards Moxinke was also gone, as Han Jin was not a vengeful man. What's more, he knew that without Moxinke, he never would have completed his cultivation of Dan!
He was still holding the blood-filled cup. Han Jin looked at it, raised his arm and emptied it. The dragon blood was not hot for him anymore, only a bit warm.
"Raphael, you look like a barbarian!" Moxinke walked to him, grinning.
Just then, a shout came from the side. Han Jin turned his head, only to find Sunier lying on a blue boulder and coughing badly. She was placed there by Moxinke after the