Over these days, he had already gotten used to this kind of situation. Being forcibly injected with various "gene medicine," if it wasn't for the sake of quickly achieving his goal, he wouldn't resort to such a desperate measure.,Following this, Jiang Yan sat cross-legged on the stone chair, concentrating his mind, carefully sensing the subtle changes within his body.,Moments later, he sighed helplessly, gently raised his arm, and looked at the faint, gray mark resembling a furnace in the palm of his hand, muttering to himself.。