When the Lion King successfully mastered the transformation secret art Fang Yu had taught him, an uninvited guest arrived in the Magical Beast Mountain Range—or, more precisely, at the Lion King's territory. It was none other than Yun Yun, Sect Master of the Misty Cloud Sect.
"You obtained Transformation Grass."
If the Lion King's aura had not still been at the Dou Emperor level, Yun Yun might have thought that he had already advanced into a seventh-rank, transformed magical beast at the Dou Ancestor level.
Since he had not advanced to the seventh rank, that proved he had consumed Transformation Grass.
"I haven't consumed any Transformation Grass. If you can find even one stalk of Transformation Grass in the entire Magical Beast Mountain Range, then I'll admit you're capable, Sect Master Yun."
Before the Lion King could answer, Fang Yu had already appeared. He emerged directly behind the Lion King, then unhurriedly walked to stand before him, quietly looking at Yun Yun, who hovered high above and stared down at him with an incredulous, shocked gaze.
At that moment, Yun Yun felt as though she had witnessed the most unbelievable thing in her life: the Lion King had directly reverted to his original form. In his transformed state, the Lion King was a middle-aged man with purple hair, imposing and powerfully built. Had it not been for the aura of a magical beast emanating from him, Yun Yun might have taken him for a Dou Emperor-level expert.
Yet with Fang Yu's appearance, he had transformed back into his original body—a winged lion more than ten zhang long.
Fang Yu sat directly atop his head and faced Yun Yun.
"You... you... you actually subdued the Amethyst Winged Lion King."
Yun Yun was stammering at the sight. She simply could not believe