At Yang An's words, Elder Life Crane's gaze suddenly fixed on him, as if he were surprised Yang An would ask such a thing.
The corners of his mouth slowly curved into a slight smile.
"Ha... HAHAHAHA!"
On his shoulder, He Tou, whose expression had been somewhat listless, was now filled with madness. It, too, suddenly looked at Yang An and broke into a grin.
Yang An also began to laugh, though his was a more subdued, silent chuckle.
The two of them stared at each other, as if everything was understood without a word.
A large amount of white mist began to emanate from the top of He Tou's head, like steam from a steamer basket. The mist grew so thick it began to envelop Elder Life Crane's body.
More and more veins and arteries bulged from his skin, making Elder Life Crane's body look like the gnarled roots of an old tree.
"My disciple, what is it you want to say?"
Though his tone was casual, Elder Life Crane's gaze gradually sharpened.
