Given Jiang Yan's current scrawny physique, in this brutal world of Shengxu where life is as cheap as grass, he wouldn't even qualify to be cannon fodder!,Suddenly, as Jiang Yan's thoughts were drifting, the gray mark on his palm that resembled a furnace unexpectedly began to emit a faint glimmer.,"Big Furnace Brother, could it be that you've truly revived..."。