After Li Mo figured out the structure of the Waterborne Scale Body's Taoist body, he entered the trapped sword platform, becoming one of the many sword ghosts stationed in the tavern.
At first, Ye Zhuo Daoist thought Li Mo was just there to seal sword ghosts.
But he quickly noticed something unusual.
Even though Li Mo was cultivating with his eyes closed, his whole body emitted a rustling noise, followed by the emergence of fine fish scales on his skin, and fish-gill-like organs forming on his neck.
As the gills fluctuated, Li Mo vaguely revealed profound changes, and there were sounds of digestion from his stomach.
Ye Zhuo Daoist was horrified, it seemed Li Mo was mimicking the characteristics of sword ghosts.
"Senior brother, you..."
Li Mo opened his eyes, his pupils covered with a film as thin as a cicada's wing.
"Something wrong?"
