Yu Xiaogang used to be able to look Bibi Dong straight in the eye, but now he could only look up at her. Looking straight ahead, he could only see Bibi Dong's knees.
Bibi Dong lowered her head to look at Yu Xiaogang and said, "Xiao Gang, it's not that I got taller. It's that you..."
"M-Me, what happened to me?" Yu Xiaogang raised both hands, but this caused his hind legs to lose their balance, and he fell to the ground.
Yu Xiaogang finally saw his own hands. They were actually a pair of purple pig forehooves.
Yu Xiaogang: "???"
He raised one pig hoof and said in shock, "No, no, no! Is this my hand? Is this really me?"
He twisted his head, wanting to see what he looked like from behind, but his hind legs were too short, leaving him only able to spin in place. It was utterly ridiculous.
"Dong'er, give me a mirror! Give me a mirror!" Yu Xiaogang said anxiously.
"Are you sure, Xiao Gang?" Bibi Dong asked.
"Give it to me. Stop dawdling."
Bibi Dong could only take out a mirror and place it before Yu Xiaogang.
He looked at himself in the mirror.
"Isn't this Luo Sanpao before it evolved into the Golden Holy Dragon?" Yu Xiaogang froze.
The only difference was that Luo Sanpao's ugly-cute face had been replaced with his own—an expression of melancholy, sorrow, and pain on the stubbled face of a middle-aged man.
Yu Xiaogang was startled by his reflection.
"No! Why did I become like this? Oink, oink, oink!" Yu Xiaogang spun desperately on the ground, letting out a series of pig squeals.
"Xiao Gang, don't panic. Perhaps Luo Sanpao severed his connection with your Martial Soul, but your Martial Soul is still there. It has merely