A Transformation

Li Miaotan shot her a glare. "Don't talk nonsense."

"Rest assured, Your Highness. I'm not that foolish," Li Yuzhen said with a smile.

Li Miaotan snorted. "And don't let your imagination run wild, lest you let something slip."

"Yes, yes, yes," Li Yuzhen said, smiling.

Li Miaotan cast her another sidelong glance, then looked back at Chu Zhiyuan.

A fierce wind howled, sweeping up the brushes, ink, paper, inkstones, and teacups from the writing table.

Li Yuzhen lightly flicked her gauzy sleeve, calming them.

Even the embroidered stools on the floor stirred restlessly, wanting to float up, yet Li Yuzhen suppressed them with another sweep of her sleeve.

The two women's long hair streamed behind them, their gauze robes snapping in the wind, as though they stood amid a raging gale.

The aura around him continued to rise, like mountains and rivers thrusting up from the earth.

As his aura changed, his hands continuously formed different seals, and his posture began to shift as well.

He had initially seemed neither crouching nor standing, as though ready to spring at any moment. Gradually, he changed into a flying posture, balancing on his toes with both palms stretched flat.

His toes gradually left the ground and drifted farther away as he rose into the air.

As though floating in water, his movements began to change and flow.

One strange posture after another shifted without pause, as if he were practicing a set of martial arts.

"What is this..." Li Yuzhen murmured.

Li Miaotan shook her head.

She had never seen this set of martial arts before. It seemed to hold no profound mystery, plain and unadorned.

Yet the aura around him kept rising, as though vast and surging power were pouring forth from within him.

At the same time, something unusual happened