Fang Mu saw that Lan Li, already the size of a fist, had extended seven or eight tentacles, with the one in the center as thick as Fang Mu's wrist.
These tentacles, apart from being golden, were also lined with many purplish-red patterns, which carried a kind of eerie beauty; the rest of the tentacles were the same as Lan Li's previously pure golden ones.
Fang Mu directly addressed Lan Li with a question,
"Lan Li, why is this happening to you?"
"Hadn't you already undergone a transformation with the Blood Aged Wine before?"
Lan Li replied somewhat embarrassedly,
"Master, I did indeed undergo a transformation through the Blood Aged Wine, but at that time, much of the wine's energy was stored in my body and couldn't take effect."
"After spending some time settling over these past few days, that energy from the Blood Aged Wine helped my bloodline advance further!"
While saying this, Lan Li was afraid that Fang Mu might misunderstand him.
