Zhang Yang looked at Hu Dali, torn between laughter and tears. Back then, the kid had directly chewed up Enlightenment Tea and swallowed it, then slept for several months.
And now, what kind of result had appeared this time?
At this moment, Hu Dali looked as though he had been poisoned, howling and convulsing at the same time.
As he howled and convulsed, metal elements from heaven and earth gathered toward his body from every direction, wrapping his physique within them.
Zhang Yang raised his brows at the sight.
Was this a divine ability to control metal?
Or was it the power of his bloodline?
He did not know whether he was seeing things, or whether it was because countless metal elements had gathered together, but why did it seem as though a bulge had appeared on Hu Dali's back?
The bulge grew larger and larger, eventually stretching out into wings gleaming with a metallic luster.
"Western White Tiger!"
At that moment, Hu Dali looked exactly like the Western White Tiger from ancient legends to Zhang Yang.
He controlled the power of Western Geng Metal and possessed wings.
Was there some inevitable connection between them?
Only after a very, very long time did Hu Dali finally stop convulsing and howling, lying on the ground as though life held no more meaning.
After a long while, he finally came back to his senses and looked at Zhang Yang resentfully. "Big Brother, what did you feed me? Why did it turn me into a... bird tiger? It nearly hurt me to death!"
"That's a flying tiger!" Zhang Yang slapped Hu Dali on the head irritably. "It nearly hurt you to death? I think you deserved it!
Every time I give you spiritual medicine, you swallow it before you've even taken a proper