"There's an effect," Sikong Qing's transformation made Sikong Lian excitedly shout.
"City Lord, calm down, don't disturb Lord Xu," Steward Zhou reminded nearby.
"Yes, yes, calm down," Sikong Lian quickly nodded.
At this time, the Great Dao within Xu Zimei was like surging waves.
Constantly rolling within Sikong Qing's body.
"Boom, boom, boom."
The cold air was continuously expelled, and even some stubborn cold air seemed to want to resist Xu Zimei's Power of the Great Dao.
"Has it gained consciousness?" Xu Zimei found it interesting.
This cold air was originally rootless, but having been in Sikong Qing's body for too long,
over time, it developed its own consciousness.
It wanted to take over the body as its own.
Xu Zimei couldn't let it have its way, and as the cold air resisted, Sikong Qing, in her coma, could clearly feel the pain.
She subconsciously frowned.
Sikong Lian beside her was also trembling with fear.
