"M-Master?" Ye Tianfan asked, uncertain after seeing this figure.
Although this was clearly the figure of Tian Chu Zhenren, Ye Tianfan was sure of this, but the aura around Tian Chu Zhenren was something Ye Tianfan couldn't recognize. It was an aura unlike any ordinary spiritual power, one filled with rage, revenge, and slaughter, surging like a torrent from within. Strangely, it was perfectly controlled as if guided by some force.
Ye Tianfan also noticed that Tian Chu Zhenren's hair had completely turned bone white, and the intensity of his spiritual power had increased several levels. Both the quantity and quality surpassed what it was before.
Clearly, some kind of change was happening to Tian Chu Zhenren, a change that Ye Tianfan couldn't say was good or bad.
"Kid, I'm not your master—or maybe I am, or perhaps I'm half your master, to be precise!" Tian Chu Zhenren turned his head, scratching his hair as he spoke.
