"You little brat, you set me up!"
"Senior, with your intelligence, do you believe that yourself?"
"...Hmph! May you never be able to relieve yourself!"
...
Watching the old witch leave angrily, Xie Tian rubbed his nose.
The stone sculpture couldn't compare to the old witch by even a tenth.
Yet it carried a weird and inexplicable flavor.
This flavor wasn't ethereal, noble, or transcendental; instead, it made the old witch yield.
Playing with the stone sculpture, Xie Tian's thoughts ran wild, as if searching for the worldly air cast away by cultivation.
He didn't know that this air, called "Transformation" by Shen Wushuang, was a rare state in the celestial realm, even in the Second Divine Realm, hailed as a tool for showing off.
"Transformation, transformation..."
In the Void Spirit Palace, the god furrowed his brow.
"Clearly becoming an immortal, why reverse to transform?"
