Besides that, a green-haired baby girl sat amid the pile of shattered shell fragments, her tiny hands clutching a piece of eggshell larger than her head as she slowly gnawed on it.
With every bite she took, her body visibly grew a little.
First her arms lengthened, then her legs could stretch out, and her face gradually changed from that of a wrinkled infant into one as delicate as carved jade.
Her eyes remained closed, her lashes long, her hair spread over her shoulders like seaweed.
Wu Changkong did not move. He stood in the doorway, the Heavenly Frost Sword held across his body as he watched coldly.
A few minutes passed before the baby girl stuffed the last piece of eggshell into her mouth, chewed, and swallowed.
Her body stopped at the size of a one-year-old child. Then she curled her fingers and flexed her ankles.
The terrifying energy that had nearly frozen the entire house to pieces slowly began to recede.
The dark clouds outside seemed to lose what sustained them and gradually dispersed.
The snowfall eased as well.
The next second, the baby girl suddenly opened her eyes, revealing a pair of emerald-green pupils.
She stared at Wu Changkong for two seconds, then suddenly babbled a few incoherent sounds. After that, she grinned, revealing several rice-grain-sized teeth, and smiled at him.
For a moment, Wu Changkong could not decide whether to step forward and hold her or end things with a sword before any danger arose.
But the child simply smiled at him and even stretched out her little hands toward him.
The faint killing intent in his heart actually began to melt away.
Just then, footsteps sounded from downstairs.
"Changkong? How is it? What exactly happened?!"
Wu Dachui had ultimately ignored him and hurried upstairs.
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