As Zhang Lisheng was inhaling air, the space where Mountoad seated on distorted a tad bit. Then, fine yellow and blue grits glowing faintly floated forth from the surface of wizard gu's body. Bit by bit, the young man sucked it in through his nostrils and mouth.
By the time the grits entered through his mouth, a bitter taste charged straight towards Zhang Lisheng's mind. However, right now, he could only endure it as if he did not feel anything while he continued to inhale slowly and steadily.
After a while, in addition to the bitterness, the young man began to feel his body had turned hot and swollen. He opened his eyes and looked at the Mountoad in front of him as it gradually turned smaller. After a long period of time, he finally realized it was not the wizard gu that was turning smaller, but it was his body that was growing taller. The muscles in his body began to bulge out as his blood boiled.