"It's not…" The confused Mistletoe finally snapped back to reality.
With a dark expression, it flew over to Yuezheng Yan and questioned, "I understand that all three of you participated in Refining the Immortal Sword and got struck by lightning,"
"But I, a Divine Beast, did nothing. Why did the Heavenly Thunder strike me?" Mistletoe couldn't understand.
"Haven't you been demoted to an Immortal Beast?" Yuezheng Yan lifted his gaze and glanced at it, saying, "This is the Heavenly Thunder Baptism, which tempers veins and Aptitude. There are only benefits and no drawbacks in you getting struck by lightning."
"Being struck by Heavenly Thunder more often and absorbing it might even help you return to the peak of Divine Beasts sooner."
Mistletoe: "Ah?"
Mistletoe's eyes widened in disbelief, staring at him with an utterly unfamiliar look.