When Yao Tian Huo took out a bronze mirror from his Storage Ring,
his fingers trembled uncontrollably.
When the mirror reflected his completely renewed face, he nearly dropped it!
The long, centipede-like scar on his left cheek
had vanished without a trace!
In its place was smooth skin traced with faint golden flame patterns:
"Is this... really me?"
Unable to believe it, he gently stroked his sharply defined jawline.
The slightly bloated double chin he had possessed as a soul body
had now transformed into a fierce, resolute contour.
Yet the most astonishing feature was his eyes.
His once-clouded, dull pupils now resembled two melting rubies.
Lively six-colored flames danced within them, dazzling and brilliant:
"I never thought I'd live to experience what it feels like to be skinny!"
Old Yao's voice suddenly drifted lazily from the ring:
"Well?"
"Xiao Yan's Heavenly Flame body-shaping skills are even better than those of an eighth-tier artifact refiner, aren't they?"
The pride in his tone practically overflowed.
He could not hide it at all, but Yao Tian Huo did not respond.
He was wholly focused on meticulously scanning his entire body with Spiritual Power.
The lines of every muscle seemed as though a master craftsman had used a ruler
to measure and carve them with painstaking care, making them flawlessly perfect.
The Dou Qi flowing endlessly through his meridians even came with gorgeous flame effects:
like a flowing river of fire. Most remarkable of all was that head of red hair!
Even its tips naturally curled into the shape of flames.
Whenever he moved even slightly, tiny sparks trailed through the air behind him.
It was truly bizarre!
At the same time, Xiao Yan communicated with Old Yao in his heart:
Teacher, rest assured. It will not be long before I revive you.