After pondering for a while, Zhang Lisheng still could not recall how he had returned to his ancestral home by chance and turned into a snake body that had a human head with the body of Goddess Nuwa who was the witchcraft ancestor, which allowed him to succeed in transforming the wyrmdragon easily. He could only regard everything that had happened today as his lucky day.
Patting his forehead, the young man no longer thought about it; however, he realized that, as his head shook, a pile of hair fell on his shoulders.
He walked into the bathroom in the bedroom and saw that his skin showed a dull pale color in his bright mirror. With scarce hair and shaking teeth, he looked extremely ill. Upon seeing this, he could not help but smile wryly.
