The afternoon sunlight poured unreservedly through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing Fang Cheng's naked body.
It seemed as if it intentionally adorned that warm, jade-like skin with a layer of golden glaze.
At that moment, a wondrous transformation quietly emerged from his body.
The muscles, which had become smooth due to constitution evolution, began to rise gradually at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The feeling was like inflating a tire with sufficient high-pressure gas.
The pectoral muscles becoming full and solid under the interplay of light and shadow, rising and falling slightly with each breath, full of tension.
The latissimus dorsi muscles slowly stretched towards both sides, with each fiber engorged and swelling, like unfolding bat wings.
Previously hidden veins under the skin now vaguely surfaced, akin to dense vines climbing over rocks.
