The human-shaped black mist exhaled a puff of black smoke, enveloping the Flat Peach and the sapling. When the black smoke dissipated, 2000 points of mana vanished, and a year passed.
The Flat Peach lost some moisture, and the sapling was as tall as a person.
The person-tall sapling had all its roots embedded within a fist-sized Flat Peach.
"Indeed, it's a nine-thousand-year-old Flat Peach." Li Changzhou's voice, in the state of black mist, was deeper and more authoritative, with a slight laugh, displaying another kind of charm.
While speaking, he exhaled another puff of black smoke.
The Flat Peach could no longer remain intact. With a gentle pinch, the skin dented, and the flesh beneath lost its moisture.
The sapling grew to the height of two people, and all its roots were still embedded within a half-wilted Flat Peach.
Li Changzhou glanced up; it was just sunset, dusk had passed, and the "Dawn Mirror" was no longer useful.
