As he pondered, he passed through the mist at the edge and returned to the White Ape's side. These past few days, the White Ape had been waiting for him here, also studying the effects of the Phantom Spirit Pearl. Each time he emerged, he saw a different form.
This time, the White Ape had changed its appearance again, possessing a muscular and dominant build with a beard and hair all white, beard bristling, eyes fierce as thunder, a sharp set of facial features, and snow-white hair draped down his back... Coupled with a coarse and worn knight robe, he bore the semblance of a reclusive old Saber Saint.
"Second brother, how did it go, did you succeed?"
"Big Brother, I've achieved great mastery in my divine skills!"
"Very good, very good, then we can finally leave this accursed place—how do you like my new look? It's much better than that old hermit before."
"Not bad, not bad, it's quite imposing. But hey, shouldn't you give yourself a name now?"
