"Cough, cough!!"
"Cough, cough, cough!!!"
Dust got into everyone's noses and mouths, and bouts of coughing followed.
Jiang Hanyi's hair stood on end, looking as disheveled as a crow's feathers, and his face turned black as coal.
As the heavy dust settled, everyone saw Jiang Hanyi's embarrassing state.
This gentleman was filthy all over, his hair messy and flattened, and his face so pitch-black that his original appearance was unrecognizable.
"Pfft, hahaha..."
Yu Shuo was the first to laugh.
Everyone else, seeing his overturned image, also laughed heartily in spite of themselves.
Jiang Hanyi, feeling his body refined, experienced his spiritual power transforming into streams of pure energy, and the Golden Core within his Dantian was warm and gentle, with the surging power inside him eager to burst forth.
He stood among the peaks, feeling the vastness of the world, making the mountain he stood on seem insignificant.
