"You could actually see through the disguise created by my perfected Blood Transformation Divine Skill. Marquis of Might truly lives up to his name!"
On the street, the red-clad woman gazed through her veil toward the upper floor of the tavern. Her voice traveled through spiritual power as she suddenly took a step forward, her figure passing over the lifelike stone lions beside the nearby residence. She leaped onto the tavern and, in the blink of an eye, sat down at the table across from Jiang Dali like a phantom.
She removed her mask, revealing a lovely face that combined heroic spirit with bewitching charm. Her almond eyes, dark as lacquer, stared deeply into Jiang Dali's.
"The world is vast indeed, and full of wonders. I never expected that when I saw you again, you would be in this form."
Jiang Dali observed the Blood Transformation Divine Venerable and felt that the atmosphere had become rather unusual. Even he had to admit that, the instant she removed her veil, she had truly dazzled and captivated him. Yet the more so, the stranger it seemed.
"The flesh is merely an outward appearance."
The Blood Transformation Divine Venerable spoke calmly, even curling her lips into a faintly mocking smile as she coldly regarded Jiang Dali. "What? You care about such superficial appearances now? Did you not mind the Eastern Cult Master by your side? Ever since my Blood Transformation Divine Skill reached complete perfection, gender has ceased to matter. A human body or an animal body makes no difference. I am myself—Blood Transformation into myriad bodies!"
Jiang Dali laughed dumbly. Thinking of Eastern, whom he had met again at Black Wind Cliff only a month ago, a smile appeared on his rugged face. "Eastern truly differs from you. Your philosophies are entirely