Legend has it that the exiled Sakura Dragon from the distant west, severely wounded, fled to Fusang, and the blood seeping from its wounds mixed into the mountain springs, becoming an undying elixir. The nobles at the foot of the mountain consumed it and turned into half-human half-dragon creatures...
(There's no such legend!)
Wang Yunxiao wasn't particularly familiar with Fusang's myths and legends. He couldn't figure out which evil god these people were sacrificing to, resulting in such a ghostly state.
You've transmigrated, wouldn't it be better to focus on a proper career? Why take these crooked paths?
Not good.
Gao Qiaoxin's mind was already in turmoil, whether due to pollution or taking too many drugs, Wang Yunxiao had tried all possible methods, including a physical therapy of big slaps and Little Gourd's mental therapy, yet still couldn't make him recover his clarity.
He only mumbled something about a "pitch black sun..."