Qinghe relaxed when he heard that Ning Xuan hadn't rejected his proposal. The seventh sub-basement had been built to contain the delirious Qinghe. Although it was now damaged beyond recognition, its mission was complete now that Qinghe was leaving. The compensation Ning Xuan was worried about wasn't an issue.
After all, Qinghe had fought for the Federation in the Realm of Chaos. He had accumulated enough distinguished military achievements to offset the damages.
About half an hour later, Qinghe was finally able to revert to his human form. However, his intact horn had shrunk to the length of a pinky finger, sitting atop his head like an ornament. As for his broken horn, only a scar-like mark remained flat against his scalp, hidden from view by his hair.
His chest, back, arms, and legs were all covered in dark red scales. The clothes he had worn before transforming had long since been torn to shreds. At this moment, Qinghe was completely unclothed.
