Zi Zhen's transformation was visible to the naked eye.
Beneath the wide robe Li Tianming had draped over her, streams of purple-black mist condensed within her flesh and skin into vicious divine dragons. There were millions of them, burrowing through her body.
The dense purple-black fog turned into something like a dragon's den, completely enveloping her body.
"This aura..."
Yinghuo and the others poked their heads out, exchanging glances.
"What do you think?" Li Tianming asked.
"In terms of her power level, it's nothing much. Mere Zhuijing, not enough to scare us. But in terms of bloodline, of origin, it actually makes us feel a kind of reverence. What's going on?" Yinghuo scratched his head with a wing.
"I think so too! It feels a little ancient? And a little familiar?" Lanhuang widened both pairs of dragon eyes, equally baffled.
"You're familiar with it. I'm not very familiar with it," Xianxian said.
"I'm not familiar with it either," Ji Ji said.
"Little mental girl, don't copy me." Xianxian looked down on her.
"I'm not copying you, fatty!"
"Hmph!"
"Hmph!"
After watching for a while longer, Li Tianming asked, "Miaomiao, what about you? What do you think?"
"I watch lying down, I watch sprawled out. Anyway, I don't watch standing up, meow." Miaomiao rubbed his eyes.
"Tsk tsk, this is rather interesting! Your luck really isn't bad. Hidden big shots are gathering around you one after another." Yinghuo teased.
"Hidden big shots?"
"She's the one most like Ling'er. She feels pretty old too. Ling'er is definitely the Eternal World City Lord from Xianxian and Ji Ji's dream. I just don't know what kind of old demoness this Zi Zhen is," Yinghuo said with clicking admiration.
"Another old demoness?" Li Tianming grew a little excited at this.
Could she really be an