"Ah...you...you've ruined my cultivation..."
At the moment the voice arose, Master Jingkong had completely lost the demeanor of a high monk, becoming like a frightened little girl, her voice high-pitched as she screamed in shock.
"It's just ruining cultivation, why so nervous? Aren't you self-proclaimed as a high monk? At least preserve some dignity for yourself..."
Ye Feng shrugged indifferently; to him, this sort of thing was all too common and really nothing extraordinary.
In just a few sentences, Master Jingkong had undergone an earth-shattering transformation.
The originally flush and wrinkle-free face had now become as gnarled as old tree bark; those previously bright eyes now resembled stagnant water, lifeless, murky, and confused, devoid of any vitality.
Not only that, the life force emanating from his body had also become incredibly feeble, like a flickering candle in the wind—seemingly ready to be extinguished by a slightly stronger breeze.