A few more days passed.
Cheng Xinzhan had begun to see results in his study of the Crutch-Throwing Method, and his return gifts for the various sects were ready. He planned to leave the mountain and make a trip to Heluo. Just then, Lion Lord returned from Thunder Marshal Palace.
Lion Lord suddenly appeared outside the hall, craning his heads to peer inside. His enormous heads immediately blocked the daylight, plunging the hall into gloom. At the sight, the Daoist raised his brows in surprise.
The lion had actually grown another head!
Three enormous lion heads clustered together, their combined bulk wider than the doorway, leaving him no way to enter. Six golden eyes shone like flickering lanterns.
Moreover, the lion's cultivation had clearly advanced considerably, and his aura had grown much steadier. Compared with a month ago, he seemed an entirely different creature. Still, Marshal Yuan had put him through rather too much this time. His cultivation had surged, but the price was that even a lion spirit with a body of mountain stone had been worked thin. His former plump magnificence had vanished without a trace, leaving him lean and sharply defined. Hunger could be seen in all six pairs of golden eyes.
Of course, with his current ferocious appearance and three enormous heads, he certainly looked far more imposing.
The Daoist could also see that the lion's former bloated state had involved more than his physique; it had extended to his magical power. For a long time, his aura had been unstable and spiritual radiance had spilled out of him. In plain terms, he had eaten too much and could not digest it. But since he was an innate spiritual creature, a spirit of earth and stone, this condition posed no real problem and would not harm