Recalling the scene I saw back then on Mist Mountain.
The White Ghost descended from the sky like a deity, smashed the Golden Benba Bottle with one punch, destroyed the man-eating array, and saved all the treasure hunters.
That figure burning with flames, that staggering strength!
Li Dingjian could hardly believe that person was his nephew, Fang Cheng, whom he watched grow up.
Yet various signs, especially the utterly familiar voice, forced him to doubt.
On hearing his uncle's inquiry, Fang Cheng was already prepared and replied casually:
"Actually, nothing particularly special, probably over a year ago, I had a high fever, burning until I was muddled."
"I hid under my blanket and slept all night, and when I woke up, I found some inexplicable changes had happened in my body."
"At first, I was a little scared, so I kept it from you all, afraid to mention it to anyone."
