Zhou Bai's eyes were fixed on Li Xiuzhu atop the mountain peak, where the once rich, grassland-like aura of heavenly favor that surrounded the other had vanished without a trace, replaced by a white fortune that made him seem like an ordinary person.
"Damn... Li Xiuzhu without his teal aura is completely lacking in presence. He's gone from a movie protagonist to just another face in the crowd."
Zhou Bai frowned as he watched Li Xiuzhu's figure, regretting that he hadn't taken advantage of the other's absence of teal aura to shave him bald before.
"What on earth has happened to Li Xiuzhu? Why has his teal aura disappeared?"
Christina, residing within Zhou Bai's sea of consciousness, watched Li Xiuzhu curiously and commented with a touch of strangeness, "The Li Xiuzhu now... for some reason, he feels somewhat familiar to me."
"Familiar?" Zhou Bai was puzzled, "We've seen him so many times, isn't it normal to feel familiar?"
