Su Tu's pupils suddenly constricted at that moment, as if a large hand gripped his heart. Since stepping into the Martial Arts Dao, he had never been this nervous.
He could even hear the sound of his own blood flowing, a manifestation of his extreme tension!!
The dark-brown distorted mass of flesh exuded an unspeakable eerie aura, protruding from Su Tu's mother's neck, and in an instant, it extended toward Shang Zichun's face.
Su Tu even saw a bizarre smiling face appear on that mass, constantly inching toward Shang Zichun's face.
It all came and went swiftly. At the moment when Su Tu told Shang Zichun not to move, the mass had already disappeared.
On the virtual screen, there was only Shang Zichun with a face full of tension.
"Could it be? Have I really got wrinkles?"
"It shouldn't be!"
Shang Zichun nervously touched her face, constantly checking to see if she really had developed wrinkles.
"Was it a mistake.."
