When All Things Return

"Yang Yan, isn't this your fucking talent?!" Lin Mo looked at the phantom of the thunder dragon that shattered the whirlpool of darkness with one punch, and his jaw almost hit the ground. Yang Yan retracted his fist and said without changing his expression: "I borrowed it for use. What's wrong?" "Borrow? Can you borrow your talent?!" Lin Mo's eyes widened, "Also, how come I've never seen you injured before?" Yang Yan lowered his head and glanced at his arm that had been brushed by the sword energy. The wound is flowing back to its intact state in the silvery white light. "Injury?" He blinked, "If there is any injury, I will treat it on the spot." Lin Mo: "..."