When Zhao Xing entered Wind Witch City, he felt his bones go numb, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and his entire body inadvertently swelled up.
Inside his dantian, the Pure Essence Soil expanded, spiritual energy filled his body, and his bones turned golden.
The Three Gods Fate Palace reappeared, and the long-lost sense of power lingered in his heart.
"Brother." Zhao Chuanzong's eyes lit up; before entering the city, he was a bit taller than his brother, yet at the moment they entered, his brother was now a head taller.
Even more exciting was the aura his brother exuded, like an awakened prehistoric beast.
"He's truly worthy of being my brother. Although Wind Witch City is merely a seventh-grade city, the presence my brother shows is as if he has returned to high-grade strength." In Zhao Chuanzong's mind, his brother was the family legend he had worshipped since childhood, and he does so now as well.
"Hmm?"
