"Pop."
A crisp sound came from deep within his body, as if originating from the innermost depths of his being.
Suddenly, a fierce wind arose around him, causing the flowers in the garden to sway wildly.
His clothes billowed, as if he were about to ride the wind and fly away.
Li Hongzhao, who was operating in the small pavilion, opened her bright eyes and looked at him curiously.
She immediately furrowed her brows in astonishment.
Chu Zhiyuan still had his eyes closed, but the aura around him grew increasingly powerful.
Li Hongzhao already noticed that Chu Zhiyuan's cultivation had greatly improved, evidently advancing by a transition.
From the First Transition to the Second Transition.
Such rapid progress—could this Black Dragon Blood really be so miraculous?
"Pop!"
Another crisp sound emanated from deep within Chu Zhiyuan's body.
It seemed to emerge from within him, yet it also seemed to come from a distant horizon, indistinct and with a blurred sense of space.
