Zhang Chen 'watched' the silvery white light in his own blood, which had now turned into silver-white symbols. These symbols rushed and flowed through his veins, constantly shaking his meridians and invading his flesh and skin, transforming them.
"I wonder what abilities I will gain from this evolution?" Zhang Chen thought curiously.
On the side, Xiaodouding was diligently wiping a statue. Her small body wielding a huge rod looked extremely mismatched, but she maintained her balance with effort, cleaning the statue thoroughly.
However, she was very worried about Zhang Chen. After wiping for a while, she hurried back to check on Zhang Chen, her little hand reaching out to feel his forehead and check his temperature.
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine! It's just a condition I had when I was young, leaving some aftereffects. It will be fine in seven or eight days." Zhang Chen forced a smile to comfort Xiaodouding.
