Within the Myriad Dragon Hall, scattered ice-blue sunlight and jet-black moonlight still rained downwards in the form of specks of light, Yan Zhaoge being baptised amidst them.
Raising his head upwards, he saw Feng Yunsheng and Ah Hu both seated in the meditative position. Even Pan-Pan was not lying prone on the ground as he usually did as he was in an upright position.
Black water and white fire coiled and danced about Pan-Pan.
The ice-blue sunlight entangled with the white flames while the jet-black moonlight integrated and merged with the black flows of water.
Within Yan Zhaoge's field of vision, Pan-Pan was virtually growing at a speed that was distinctly visible to the naked eye.
While Yan Zhaoge knew that this chubby c would still be able to shrink back down after this, looking at his body that was gradually becoming like a mountain, the corners of his mouth still involuntarily twitched.