He lifted his clothes and brushed away a large number of black bugs that had already lost their vitality. Only then did he clearly see his lower back.
It was a... feather only as long as a finger, barely over two inches!
The feather was red and white, the two colors utterly incompatible—one side vivid crimson, the other pure white.
It grew right out of his lumbar spine. If it had been positioned a little higher, it would have looked like a strange little tail.
How had a feather grown there?
Yang An could not make sense of it.
Back at the Golden Sun Pavilion, with everyone watching, he had eaten those things without having time to inspect them closely.
All he had thought about then was finishing those disgusting things as quickly as possible and getting out of there. When he saw their item information, he had merely given it a hurried glance.
As long as no one was plotting against him in secret and the items would only benefit him without harm, he purified them and swallowed them.
Now that something so strange had grown on his body, he could not even remember what he had eaten to cause it.
He replayed everything in his mind. Among the things he had eaten, he had not seen anything related to feathers.
Then where had this feather come from? Could it have appeared out of thin air?
He twisted his waist slightly and turned his gaze to inspect it. He could not feel any weight from the feather growing out of his body, as though it did not exist at all.
The feather shaft emerged diagonally upward from his flesh. At the base near his skin was a cluster of fine down, while the vane above split into two colors