Chapter 699: Su Qinglian Threw Me Out

A jet-black ice bead hovered over Matsu Floris's chest, radiating an ancient, bone-deep chill. It had been condensed from the very principles of cold itself, and at his current level, he couldn't make it budge. He racked his brains but still couldn't guess what that old scoundrel intended. The old rogue didn't devour the bead himself, and he wouldn't let the chaotic rune in Matsu Floris's dantian-his inner sea of qi-touch it either. It just let the thing lodge inside him, leaving him faintly unnerved. He...