Half a foot tall, with a tuft of tender white beard, two patches of livid blue on his face, and hair like a bird's nest, he looked like a beggar by Hippo Ancient City. That black skin of his especially made him seem as though he had spent a hundred years in some mine shaft. No one would have imagined that he was a Time Ghost.
Yet within those emerald-green pupils, scarlet points of light drifted one after another, floating in clusters like dandelion fluff.
This was his true body.
The feeling of seeing him was strange. Li Ziran had once feared him terribly; by all rights, he should have been excited now.
Yet he was so calm that even he found it surprising.
The feeling was like meeting an old acquaintance. But the other party was staring at him in shock, those bizarre pupils trembling nonstop as though he were desperately trying to rescue the Void Spirits collapsing within Li Ziran's soul.
"Li Ziran, you can't cleanse them completely," Bowente shouted, sounding almost threatening.
But to Li Ziran, that threat sounded more like a warning from an ignorant fool. He understood a simple truth: dogs that bite do not bark.
Bowente would not have said such things before, but now he had.
Though it was only one simple sentence, it was enough to prove that he was afraid.
Looking down at his own withered skin, then sensing the million Void Spirits in the Void Spirit World gradually slowing to a halt, Li Ziran sighed softly. If he had several hundred sets of organs, the Void Spirits they spawned might have been able to crush Bowente in one stroke.
But now, he had no need to fear.
His million rounds of research into the red points had clearly shown that