He had aged again.
"How could this be? How could this be?"
Xuan Yue issued a low, hoarse query, bending at the waist, his hands clutching his wrinkled face, fingers sinking into his flesh and then suddenly giving a fierce tug!
With a tear!
His skin tightened, the wrinkles vanished, but it was still an aged face.
"How could this be!!!!"
The shrieking voice shook the heavens and the earth, Xuan Yue screaming madly into the sky, yanking at his own visage as if trying to smooth out the wrinkles.
But when he let go of his hands, the only thing people saw were deeper furrows, which inexplicably reminded Gu Wen of a Shar Pei dog.
The howl echoed in the Grotto Heaven, finally returning to silence; everyone was silent too, not daring to make a sound.
It was too hideous—the previously spirited Demi Immortal had in a blink turned into an old dog on the verge of death.
