The originally distinct, handsome and heroic countenance lines had become much softer, leaning toward androgyny. His body stood tall and slender, with a slightly thin figure that now emanated an ethereal impression, not quite like that of a living being.
The City God of Anqing Mansion who had already crossed swords with the River Water Monarch, felt a suddenly erupting cold Yin power from behind, he turned his head with a somewhat puzzled look. As a ghost deity, he could tell at a glance that Feng Qing'an was indeed a member of the Human Race, but he did not know from where Feng Qing'an had borrowed a power that did not belong to him.
"The younger generation nowadays..."
Even if this young man took out some powerful treasure, he wouldn't be surprised. Yet borrowing such an otherworldly power was something that left the ghost deity, the City God of Anqing Mansion, at a loss for words.
"Second Young Master Feng!"
