While Leander and Han Ling were heating things up in their room, a completely different scene was unfolding in Ling Zhao's bathroom.
Though Ling Zhao now existed only as a spirit, the pungent stench still made his head spin. As he slowly regained his senses, the sight before him made him frown— the bathtub was filled with thick, muddy water, and Grant seemed completely swallowed by it, transformed into a little clay figure.
Mud coated every inch of Grant's body, smearing his face entirely, leaving only his innocent eyes staring straight at Ling Zhao. Unable to help himself, Ling Zhao chuckled, "Well, well~ who turned into a little mudman?"
The air reeked so strongly it was almost suffocating, yet Ling Zhao couldn't resist stepping closer, curious if Grant's condition was stable.
