So, it's this.
Upon hearing Chen Chang'an's words, Shen Xuzi laughed.
He had to admit Chen Chang'an's intelligence, for he was observant enough to take notice of his occasionally mentioned vocabulary.
In ancient times, Shen Xuzi would never reveal his true form to others.
This secret has far-reaching implications and under general circumstances, it was absolutely not to be disclosed.
However, revealing it to a dying man wouldn't hurt.
Besides, this would decrease the boy's resistance.
With the boy's resistance weakened, he'd be able to control his body with ease.
Thinking up to this point, Shen Xuzi made a decision.
He pointed to a common medicinal herb outside the thatched hut and said:
"That is my true form, the Mirage Divine Herb!"
"How does it look? Quite a handsome herb, isn't it?"
Chen Chang'an looked in the direction Shen Xuzi pointed and saw that it was just an ordinary grass.
Such grass, in that sea of flowers, were thousands if not tens of thousands,