Wang Xuan waved his sleeve, and the surrounding mountains began to undulate and change, as if they had come to life.
A palace a hundred meters high rose from the ground, with pavilions and towers arranged around it, exquisitely painted with dragons and phoenixes.
With another flick of his finger, a variety of spirit fruits and meats favored by the Heaven-Swallowing Python bloodline appeared out of thin air, created by extracting Source Power.
Wang Xuan sat at the back, his expression kind and his tone gentle: "Sit down."
The Heaven-Swallowing Python coiled its body nervously, glanced at the table out of the corner of its eye, and then lowered its head to the master.
"Tiantian, all these years you have never transformed, in pursuit of the Heaven-Swallowing Python bloodline, right?" Wang Xuan asked.
The disciple said embarrassedly: "Disciple is a bit stubborn, afraid of forgetting my original intention after transforming."
