Crack, crack…
The golden cocoon was the crystallization of energy, a product after energy had reached a certain level of concentration. However, its essence had all been absorbed by Bu Fang. At this moment, it was as brittle as a biscuit, so it broke apart with just a light slap.
Soon, the cocoon was completely shattered, revealing Bu Fang's figure. Wearing the Vermilion Robe and his hair tied with a velvet rope, he looked refreshed as if he had just taken a bath. He seemed to grow a little taller—his body becoming longer—but he was still as lean as before.
On the whole, he had not changed much. If forced to point out the most obvious change in him, perhaps it was his temperament.
Lord Dog widened his eyes as he stared at Bu Fang.
