After recovering just now, Yao Ming was worlds apart from the withered, skeletal figure on the verge of death he had been before!
Though his face remained dark and gaunt, bearing the marks of countless hardships, his body had regained its former tall, upright stature. His muscles were not exaggerated, yet they brimmed with strength.
At the same time, his gray-white hair cascaded over his shoulders, stirring gently in the wind. Most notably, his eyes were no longer those faint green flames of a dying man. They had become deep and sharp once more, flashing with chilling sectarian qi that stirred heart palpitations, as well as the authority of one long accustomed to high rank.
Though the aura emanating from him still fell far short of his peak as a Two-Star Dou Saint, he had recovered to the level of a High-Tier Half Sage and was still rising slowly yet steadily!
The face of Yao Ming, somewhat unfamiliar yet fifty or sixty percent similar to that of the current Clan Leader, Yao Xiaotian—though steadier and more weathered—all the Nether Python Clan members present, from the elders to the Nether Serpent Guard, even the tribal Leaders preparing to leave, froze where they stood as though struck by a paralysis technique!
After a long stretch of deathly stillness, several extremely old, highly senior elders finally cried out in shrill disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight:
"Clan Leader Yao Ming?! H-how is this possible?! Weren't you... weren't you killed hundreds of years ago after suffering a cultivation deviation while training in our clan's supreme secret manual, the 'Nine Nether Yellow Springs Body'?!"
"Clan Leader Yao Ming?! It really is him! I served the former Clan Leader in my youth. I could never mistake that face!"
"Yao Ming? Could