"Do you still want this face?"
In the spacious operating room, Li Ziran asked one final time. It was necessary—this face was the other party's support in this world.
In his view, there was no need to preserve it at all. It had already become terribly slack, affecting the integrity of the entire operation.
With his abilities, he could shape an identical one, and it would be much younger and more vibrant.
The Golden Lion Grand Duke stubbornly nodded. He was very weak; transferring his soul from one body to another had consumed an enormous amount of his energy.
However, he could feel his body changing rapidly. Within the frog-like body, a newborn vitality was slowly taking root.
He could feel himself growing younger.
The operation was simple, merely a puzzle game. Li Ziran had little interest in it, but he remained very meticulous.
There could not be the slightest carelessness in surgery.
He carefully removed the mucous layer beneath the other man's facial skin. Although the man still wanted to retain that old face, Li Ziran would not permit his product to have too many flaws.
He would preserve the Golden Lion Grand Duke's facial skin, but everything beneath it would be newly grown tissue.
He had plenty of materials. The Golden Griffins had transported quite a few young people through the Li Ziran Association, so there was no fear of waste with this surgery.
These young people were scattered across the entire Human Race territory. Their skin came in red, yellow, black, and white; regional elemental differences had nurtured different organs.
The surgery was quite successful, yet Li Ziran was not as pleased as he had imagined. His guess had been correct: the attributes of a single race were too limited. The Human Race was not particularly capable