Zhu Dayou's gaze, which seemed to pierce through reality, lingered on Chen Yang for a moment.
It swept over him like a tangible force, making Chen Yang's skin prickle slightly.
He spoke slowly, his voice carrying an undeniable certainty:
"On you... there seems to be a rather strong aura of demonic beast cores. It seems you often consume demonic beast cores to aid your cultivation?"
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