Chapter Eight Hundred Sixty-Three
"Li Jialin—"
The towering Golden Spirit's voice boomed like thunder, rumbling and shaking the heavens.
Li Jialin's soul trembled.
That voice sounded so familiar to her.
She suddenly looked up, and at that moment, the blinding golden light radiating from the Golden Spirit seemed to retract slightly, revealing his face. Li Jialin trembled as she cried out in shock, "It's you!"
The face that the Golden Spirit revealed was none other than Long Xiaoshan's.
But at this moment, Long Xiaoshan, far more majestic than his mortal state, had a cold countenance with a vertical pupil between his brows. Though his appearance hadn't changed, he was like a deity in a temple, high above, filled with endless divine might.
Especially since Li Jialin was now in a state of spirit.
Facing the divine form of Long Xiaoshan, she felt even more frightened and trembled.
She lay prostrate in the palm of Long Xiaoshan's hand, much like Sun Wukong in the Buddha's hand.
