After counting the nine clans, their topic naturally shifted to the source of Tao.
John Han tapped Leon Luo's chest with his fingers. Although he had never witnessed Leon Luo's formation of the elixir on the Spirit Snake Island, he was well aware of the changes in his aura: "Yin Yang?"
Leon Luo nodded frankly.
As he waved his hand to summon the trace of Dao source for John Han to see, he asked casually: "Qianling, do you have it?"
"Not yet." John Han took Leon Luo's fist before him and didn't let him open his palm. "I know what it looks like. You don't have to show it to me."
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