"It seems impersonating Xiu Yuan back in the day didn't satisfy you enough! How many years have passed, and you still want to be my master!"
Cheng Xuanzi sneered continuously, "Fine, the person I've wanted to thrash the most in my life is that old Daoist Xiu Yuan! But he's kicked the bucket, so I can't hit him alive, I'll settle for you instead!"
Before he finished speaking, Cheng Xuanzi opened his mouth and took a deep breath. Suddenly, the black Daoist robe he was wearing split open with numerous cracks. His body was undergoing some kind of transformation.
In an instant, Cheng Xuanzi had transformed into an apparition covered entirely in spikes.
Jiang Xiaobai looked at Cheng Xuanzi, unable to stop his scalp from tingling. A perfectly good person had turned into this ghostly thing.
"Spring Breeze, oh Spring Breeze, why did you create such an evil skill back then!" Jiang Xiaobai couldn't help but blame Daoist Chunfeng in his heart.
