Brilliant light enveloped Long Yan, leaving both Jian Wuchen and Young Master Liu, who were fiercely battling, dumbfounded. What was happening?
Had Long Yan transformed into something more?
Jian Wuchen's expression turned grim. He knew that Long Yan must have made some sort of trade with Heart Inquiry Road. While Jian Wuchen didn't know the exact details, he could vaguely guess some of it.
Long Yan's jet-black hair began changing from its roots to pure white. His hair, which wasn't particularly long but wasn't too short either, transformed before Jian Wuchen's very eyes — all three thousand strands of youthful black turned into snow-like white.
Hair is a person's clearest marker of age — black signifies youth, white signifies old age. Like leaves falling and finally drying in the wind, the brilliance gradually faded. Long Yan's face remained youthful, but his shoulder-length hair had become completely white as snow.
"In the end, you still did it."
