This guy, just how many times did his sister beat him up when he was a kid?
This bloodline suppression is way too ruthless, isn't it?
...
Not long after, Shen Yunzhou came out of Shen Hanyi's room looking timid, dragging his feet as he walked toward Zhou Qing, muttering something under his breath.
No idea how his big sister had just lectured him again.
Zhou Qing had just been about to tease him with a grin, when he suddenly felt a strange tingling across his face.
Right after, his whole visage began rippling like water, the slightly worn contours of a middle-aged man gradually fading away, replaced by the gloss and vigor unique to youth.
In just a few breaths, that steady middle-aged Cultivator had vanished; standing where he had been was a bright-eyed, spirited young man.
Zhou Qing instinctively touched his now-smooth cheek, brows faintly furrowing.
Second Uncle said this illusion was supposed to last for several years, so why did it suddenly fail?
What's going on?
