In the office.
Ji Liushuang, her face full of confusion, came to her senses and hurriedly drew back her sword. She couldn't understand why she'd pointed it at this Academy instructor.
Fu Qian, however, didn't seem to mind. He simply greeted her with a smile.
The scene before him shifted, and the familiar Warehouse appeared.
"Finally done!"
Fu Qian stretched his arms and legs, just about to catch his breath, when a strange sensation came over him. It felt as if some invisible force were tugging at his body.
He looked down and saw his arm swell enormously in an instant, a layer of fine gray-white scales even growing across it.
Before he could get a closer look, the scales vanished in the blink of an eye, replaced by feathers covered in strange, iridescent colors that pushed out from beneath his skin. His limbs also grew slender and light.
Though he couldn't see it, Fu Qian could feel that his face had transformed into a sharp, bony beak.
He tried to pull out a feather to examine it, but the moment he touched it, it sank into his skin, leaving him grasping at nothing.
His skin turned cold and slick, covered in metallic patterns.
Fu Qian felt his sharp beak melt and droop like a candle, forming writhing tentacles.
Even his vision grew dim. It seemed as if countless strange shapes were overlapping before his eyes...
Phew!
Fu Qian breathed slowly, trying to pull himself out of the chaos and struggling to steady his condition.
He didn't know how long it took, but eventually the changes in his body began to subside. He no longer felt as if he might melt and change shape at any moment.
He opened his eyes and looked himself over. Everything had returned to normal,