When the gray-clad man saw him staring at him, he didn't pay any attention. After a while, he sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing. Soon, white smoke began to emit from his head, and his body was also drenched in sweat.
When Pan Qingcang saw him like this, he knew that this was a critical moment. If he took advantage of this opportunity to attack him, the gray-clothed man would definitely be unable to retaliate. It was just that he was naturally kind-hearted and had never done such dirty things, so he was just standing on one side and watching.
After a while, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out from the gray-clothed man's mouth. The blood energy drifted into Pan Qingcang's nose in the wind. Pan Qingcang's brows immediately creased as he held his breath
