Shen Mo's voice echoed incessantly within the Treasure Hall.
But Yuan Chengshan did not respond. His jovial laughter never wavered, and his gaze never shifted as he watched them. Not even the slightest ripple disturbed his demeanor!
"Junior Brother Shen, look over there!"
Jiang Lingfeng pointed to a corner. Following her direction, Shen Mo saw the Hanged Ghost Demon Soul General, also seated on a smaller lotus throne.
Its robe, originally formed from chaotic Turbid Qi, was slowly morphing, gradually resembling the cassocks worn by everyone inside the hall.
Its features had also changed somewhat. Despite its tongue hanging far out, a peaceful smile spread across its face.
The original dullness in its eyes was replaced with a glimmering light of awareness, slowly turning towards Shen Mo and Jiang Lingfeng.
