"A descendant of an Alien Race?"
Li Chang'an stared at Chi Qingxuan's body, lost in thought.
She was still in human form, but now she was covered in a layer of cyan scales. It was a bizarre sight, reminding Li Chang'an of Body Refining Cultivators whose bodies had undergone strange transformations.
Just as he was thinking, the female corpse crumbled, turning into a cloud of ash that drifted to the ground.
The dense scales covering Chi Qingxuan's body receded, and she returned to her normal appearance.
The confusion in her expression was gone, replaced by a certain complexity.
"Daoist Li, please keep what happened earlier a secret."
"Of course."
Li Chang'an agreed immediately.
Almost every Cultivator had secrets, and he was no exception.
He was just a little curious. "Daoist Chi, are you really a descendant of an Alien Race?"
"That's right."
Chi Qingxuan explained.
