The crimson cloud beneath Master Yuxiao's feet cast a clear and dazzling spirit light in the air. He flew with the fastest speed to the heights of Sunrise Peak, his eyes wide open, searching swiftly, and soon locked onto Ji An's position.
He dove down, his hearty laughter echoing through the mountains:
"Haha, how do you feel? Your current appearance is quite special!"
The exposed skin had noticeable burn marks, large patches of charred black had already scabbed, and areas not severely injured showed signs of peeling.
His hair had become fluffy and curly, extremely eccentric, and there were clots of congealed blood on the dead skin of his cheeks and ears.
Many of the spiritual artifacts scattered on the ground were damaged, and the bright yellow armor was dulled, with numerous armor plates destroyed.
It was obvious the disciple was not lightly injured, yet he was rejuvenated under the moonlight of Taiyin.
