Guo ShouQue remained unmoving.
From the moment he achieved self-transformation until now, he has been lounging on his rocking chair, lazily basking in the blood light, like an old man soaking in the sun.
Even if the world outside were falling apart, it wouldn't have half a cent's worth of impact on him.
Too lazy to move.
In the faint cries, he hummed old tunes intermittently, enjoying the brief respite between wakefulness and sleep.
Filthy blood light and malice surrounded him, then fled in terror, forming a faintly perceivable 'clear zone' around the courtyard.
Under the rocking chair, his shadow rippled like water, slowly writhing, shifting among various sinister shapes, subtly making a snickering sound. Compared to the evil thoughts and disasters tangled within him, the so-called self-transformation amounted to nothing!
At most, it was only comparable to today's heavy haze.
How should I put it? It's quite exhilarating!
