At the instant the golden vertical mark vanished, a platinum divine pattern appeared on Sang Sang's forehead. Gradually, her entire body was enveloped in blazing white radiance as the power of light surged from within her.
Ning Que and Fuzi took in Sang Sang's transformation. Ning Que looked at Fuzi with a puzzled gaze.
Fuzi gently waved a hand at him. "Sang Sang is fine. She is merely awakening the power that was hers to begin with."
Hearing this, Ning Que finally put his newly raised heart at ease. Fuzi was the strongest person in the world. If he said she was fine, then Sang Sang had to be fine.
As the power of light within Sang Sang was awakened, her originally dark complexion began to turn snowy white.
In the end, even her appearance changed. Her face seemed to gather all the beauty in the world, untainted by mortal dust, like a divine maiden descended among humanity.
At this moment, Sang Sang was like a White Lotus atop a snow-capped mountain—pure and beautiful.
Ning Que watched his own little dark-skinned girl turn into a noble, holy divine maiden. The change was too great, and he had yet to adapt to it.
Sang Sang seemed to have become a completely different person. To be honest, Ning Que was somewhat at a loss.
Ning Que's expression was complicated. He stood there, wanting to step closer for a look, yet he pulled his foot back. He waited to one side. Now was not the time.
Just as Sang Sang transformed over those few minutes, Gu Hui opened his eyes as well.
Gu Hui looked at the utterly transformed Sang Sang before him, delight rising in his heart.
This way, Sang Sang would soon become a supreme combatant on par with Fuzi. Though