Hearing the word "Uncle," Chen Miao felt dazed.
He had never imagined that this would be the first thing Xiao Bai said to him after waking up.
"Why do you want to learn Corpse Refining?"
Chen Miao asked instinctively.
Xiao Bai said nothing, only waving gently toward Zhong Cai.
An Immortal-God Apparition drifted out of Zhong Cai's body.
The Immortal-God Apparition was muddled and utterly unconscious, seemingly ready to dissipate at any moment.
Yet whenever he began to scatter, a layer of five-colored light appeared around him, binding the Immortal-God Apparition back together.
Chen Miao stared blankly at Zhong Cai's soul body, but beneath his calm exterior, his mind was anything but still.
Casually summoning and binding souls, burning Old Ghost and Mummy to death with a glance, freezing the Investigators whom even Old Ghost could not handle from dozens of meters away.
Everything Xiao Bai had displayed was beyond Chen Miao's understanding.
Was this really Xiao Bai?
Chen Miao did not voice the question.
Because if this was not Xiao Bai, Chen Miao would probably have ended up just like Old Ghost by now.
Chen Miao reached out to touch Xiao Bai's hair, which looked like a work of art, only to notice that his own hand was covered in grime and blood.
Just as he was about to pull back, Xiao Bai took his hand.
A peculiar aura flowed from Xiao Bai's palm into Chen Miao's hand, spreading throughout his body.
In mere moments, every wound on Chen Miao's body vanished.
Yin energy filled him once more, and body-protecting astral energy covered his skin again.
Everything seemed to have returned to how it had been before the battle.
Chen Miao parted his lips, about to speak, when he saw Xiao Bai move his hand to his left arm.