In an instant, Zhang Deming found that the Spiritual Power in his Dantian had merged into his body, consuming more than half of his reserves.
He casually summoned a Spiritual Mirror and examined himself.
His reflection was that of a completely different person. To his pleasant surprise, this wasn't a superficial change like those from a Technique, but a fundamental alteration of his appearance.
No matter who came, they would never be able to tell he was in disguise.
To be more precise, it was as if he had been born this way, with no trace of a Disguise whatsoever.
'This feature seems pretty good!'
'And it consumes Spiritual Power from my Dantian!'
'Sweet!'
After playing around with it for a long time, Zhang Deming changed back to his original form.
He closed the editor. He now had a general grasp of the benefits from his advancement; a few things still remained that would take time to fully process.
