The wisp of purple-black mist in the void twisted erratically.
Shao Zifeng felt a surge of longing well up in his heart, his right hand trembling uncontrollably as numerous lightning-like purple-red lines appeared on the back of his hand, outlining an abstract eye pattern.
The True Spirit keenly sensed his change and looked at his right hand with eyes like lightning, with its small face turning exceptionally grim in an instant.
Shao Zifeng knew something was amiss in his heart. Just as he was about to explain, the True Spirit's small body erupted with a majestic aura, pressing down on him like a mountain.
Its long hair danced wildly behind it, and its serpentine body slowly lifted into the air, the lined eyes turning alien and unrecognizable.
"Speak, who art thou!"
Boom!
The grand and dignified voice rolled in like furious waves, and the twisted purple-black mist in the void instantly dissipated in the sound waves.
