The waxy, leather-like skin slowly dissolved, absorbed by the unfamiliar cultivator within the corpse. 

Faced with this bizarre spectacle, Zhang Qianmo didn't immediately strike to kill. Instead, he observed with keen interest, waiting patiently. 

Moments later, Li Chen's physical shell was completely absorbed by the Xuanhuang Heart Refinement Sutra, and Li Fan’s true appearance was revealed.

Smiling slightly at Zhang Qianmo, Li Fan cupped his hands in salute. "Greetings, Senior Brother!"

Zhang Qianmo's eyes narrowed, the lightning mark on his forehead growing a deeper hue of purple. "What manner of creature are you? Some demon? Fiend? Or an otherworldly devil?" 

Facing Zhang Qianmo's interrogation, Li Fan's expression remained unchanged. "Senior Brother Zhang, have you failed to recognize me just because I've changed...