Wu Yin couldn't help asking, but what drove him crazy was that both Ning Qi and Xiao Liu still ignored him and were whispering something.

"His cultivation has almost recovered."

Xiao Liu's face was a bit serious, and he looked at the hazy shadow in the sky solemnly, paused, Xiao Liu frowned and looked at Ning Qi: "You have the breath of the Nine-Yun Divine Bell on your body, and you just used it a while ago. Pass?"