The green hair had become mottled and pale, with only a few strands left, and the upward-slanting phoenix eyes were surrounded by chicken-skin-like wrinkles, the skin aged, dragging an old wizard robe, revealing a terrible smile with exposed gums.
Yue Jinghua shuddered and shook her head, trying to expel the frightening appearance of the aged Qing Pu from her mind.
She knew all too well the effects of the water from Death Lake; she had seen giant-winged mosquitoes hatch from eggs to adults in just a few breaths.
According to Feng Chuo, Little Qingpu had swallowed the whole bottle of Death Lake Water, the consequences of which could be imagined.
Yue Jinghua also tried to communicate with Qing Pu through her consciousness to clarify the situation, but she discovered that her connection with Qing Pu was as if it had been cut off midway. Inside Mo Xi's Sea of Consciousness, there was no trace of Qing Pu; it was as if he had disappeared.
