The vitality I contributed... Could this be some kind of life-draining aura?
Given A'wei's straightforward behavior earlier, Fu Qian didn't think there was much chance he was bluffing now.
In fact, as he made his solemn declaration, Fu Qian could clearly sense that he had changed in every way, from outward appearance to inner nature.
In the blink of an eye, the elegant, slender white Long Feather had sprouted and spread, growing lush and thick.
Unlike before, when it had been embedded in the surface of his body like a pattern, these were now actual feathers.
The feathers quickly covered more than half of A'wei's body, making him look a whole size bigger.
The uncovered parts rapidly turned pale, but were clearly now real flesh and blood.
His face had also stretched out bizarrely, making him look like he was wearing a bird-beak mask.
As this new form came into view, Fu Qian felt his life draining away several times faster.
"Great Fortune Ming King."
A'wei's voice, however, remained unchanged.
"As a demigod, you should know that peering into the transcendent world often comes at a price."
"If you refuse to contribute a little and become a guest at the table, then you can only become the food."
"I really don't want to do this. It would be such a waste."
"Are you sure? You look like you're enjoying the feast."
Fu Qian glanced at his hand.
Even his formidable skin was rapidly losing its luster.
In the time it took to say those fifteen words, he had probably lost half a century's worth of cultivation.
"This is its inherent nature. It has nothing to do with my own will."
Given this configuration, which was clearly unbeatable in terms of endurance, A'wei seemed in no hurry. He even took a