"Let me see your arm."
Lu Zhou turned around and spoke faintly.
Chu Yan looked at Lu Sheng. Seeing her nod, he rolled up his sleeve and pointed at the spot on his elbow.
Lu Zhou held his hand. Chu Yan felt a warmth pass from Lu Zhou's hand to his.
Chu Yan's pupils trembled slightly. Then, a sharp pain suddenly appeared at the spot where the old man held him.
His hand trembled and a red light emitted. A strange black Chinese Bellflowers pattern suddenly appeared.
"What's this?" Chu Yan stared at the pattern in shock.
"Tsk—"
Lu Zhou clicked his tongue. "I thought it was some big shot. So it's just some petty tricks."
Lu Zhou's palm slid across the black bellflowers and it instantly turned into black smoke before dissipating into the air.
Lu Sheng frowned. "This is evil aura?"
