Shen Lian nodded in satisfaction:
"Wise choice."
Then Shen Lian instructed the guards:
"Remove their Soul-Locking Rings, but don't let them try anything."
The guards immediately stepped forward and removed the two Soul-Locking Rings.
Yu Tianheng flexed his numb wrists and looked at Shen Lian, a trace of complicated emotion flashing through his eyes:
"What do you want to know?"
"Start from the beginning."
Shen Lian walked to the center of the Martial Arts Arena, assumed a starting stance, and said to Yu Tianheng:
"First, let me see what exactly the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's Dragon Transformation is about."
The morning sun rose ever higher, stretching the shadows of the three of them long across the ground.
A transaction concerning Dragon Transformation officially began in the Shen Mansion's Martial Arts Arena.
The Shen Mansion's Martial Arts Arena became the liveliest place over the next month.
Every morning, Yu Tianheng was "invited" here by the guards.
Yu Tianheng's face was livid, yet he had no choice—Dugu Yan's toxins still required Shen Lian's "antidote." He could only follow the demands and repeatedly demonstrate the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's Dragon Transformation skill.
Shen Lian stood on the viewing platform some distance away, gathering a thread of Soul Power at his fingertips as he broke down and analyzed Yu Tianheng's every movement.
For the first ten days, Shen Lian kept his brows tightly furrowed.
Yu Tianheng's Dragon Transformation process was no different from what he had imagined:
Soul Power surged through the limbs and bones, stimulating the skeleton to deform and the muscles to swell, until dragon scales covered the body and dragon horns grew out.
But why, whenever he followed those steps, did his Soul Power either run wild or his form become distorted?
"Not right... There must be something different."
Shen