Wu Qingzi's hair was moving when there was no breeze. His jet black hair became white as snow in an instant.
Shen Lian knew that his hair did not turn white because of his anger.
The atmosphere was charged with murderous intent, and three strange flowers formed above Wu Qingzi's head. It was hard to tell what color they were.
It was alleged that if someone had attained success in the cultivation of Qi, there would be three flowers forming above his head, and the Primordial Spirit would be formed. Finally, there would be invigoration of Qi in the five organs, leading to the attainment in the path of heavenly immortals. One would be able to peep into the great Dao and to live in enjoyment.
Zhao Xiaoyu looked at Wu Qingzi in silence. She was all he could see now.