Ying Zheng—or rather Sun Wukong who was occupying this body at the moment—suddenly smiled. He raised his hand to hold his forehead. There should have been a purple gold crown with phoenix wings, but now it was covered by a heavy crown. What's even more strange is that when he thought about it, the familiar golden elixir was no longer in his dantian, and was replaced by a cold dragon's energy, following the blood veins and drilling into the limbs and bones...
