Third Master Wan Yan's words made the avatar of Corpse Ghost Dragon somewhat at ease. It was indeed the truth: as long as he merged with his true form and regained its strength, not only would he surpass Shen Qianyue, but he wouldn't need to worry about the Yan Family either, as none of them would be his match.
"Since that's the case, you can keep this person!" Corpse Ghost Dragon's avatar walked straight to the cobbled-together body, slightly furrowing his brows at the incomplete corpse. Although most of the body was there, making it feasible to restore his true form, the body's damage would inconvenience him.
However, he said nothing, standing beside the corpse, muttering softly to himself. As he murmured, the coagulated blood on the corpse began to flow, akin to a melting iceberg. Although he had been dead for a day and night, the blood remained unspoiled, flowing freshly. Most strikingly, his almost exposed heart started to beat slowly.
