Like the growl of a beast, it rumbled on without pause.
The next to enter the secret chamber were Maid Miss and Xia Ji and Bai Zhi, who looked like twins... Zhao Huai'an came last, wearing an expression of uncertainty and alarm.
Like Sikong Zhaiyue, Zhao Huai'an's reaction upon suddenly seeing Young Master Luo in the secret chamber was almost entirely predictable.
"Did I come in too early?" Maid Miss asked softly.
"No matter when you came." Young Master Luo smiled faintly and casually handed the Code of Urnam in his hand to her.
"The Code of Urnam?" The moment it fell into her hands, Maid Miss already knew the name of the codex. "So the Crimson King here is him..."
"Someone you know?" Young Master Luo asked curiously.
Maid Miss said, "Somewhat. I've occasionally heard legends about him, but they're rather muddled... Are you interested, Master?"
Young Master Luo gently shook his head, his gaze instead fixed on Sikong Zhaiyue.
At this moment, the broken Blood Feather that had burst forth from Sikong Zhaiyue's back seemed to have stopped growing—it looked like a pair of malformed, underdeveloped wings, one large and one small, with both wings suffering additional breaks.
Sikong Zhaiyue was drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. His formerly aged body had filled out amid this bizarre transformation, and even his height seemed to have increased considerably.
He slowly propped himself up and silently examined his hands. Sikong Zhaiyue's features had grown much younger too; he could even be described as being in the prime of his life.
As Zhao Huai'an observed him from close range, his palm quietly settled on the hilt of the Xiuchun Saber. He probingly said, "Old senior? Sikong Zhaiyue?"
"Are you afraid of me?" Sikong Zhaiyue said calmly, his voice deep and powerful.