"What... what exactly happened?"
Zhuang Wenyao stared at the stern face of Master Han, asking himself in a murmur.
Then, his gaze shifted from Master Han to the figure wrapped in a golden shawl over a snow-white dress, caught in a golden whirlwind.
What on earth is this?
Has the Sandstorm Witch... mutated again?
Not only Zhuang Wenyao was stunned, but Tan Ziping, Yan Xuehui, Huo Xin... all of them were baffled.
"There is a chance of consecutive mutations, but this is too sudden."
"I more inclined to believe, Master Han didn't want to remain in the second tier with us and secretly ascended to the third tier, leaving us behind."
"Then you know."
"The witch's Ascending Evolution has made her more beautiful, more dramatic, more breathtaking... those golden large swords, they are remarkably unique!"
Huo Xin felt that his title of 'Golden Flash' should be rightfully given to Master Han.