Rotten Wood

Then—

Liu Di suddenly reached out and grabbed for the crystal ball!

Boom!

The next moment, the ground shook, and a thunderous explosion resounded through the sky!

Everyone was stunned!

An explosion had erupted inside Witch Ghost's RV not far away!

Her face was blackened, her hair blown wild. It seemed some sort of explosive reaction had occurred in the cauldron she was stirring!

Ming Wan's expression relaxed.

This happened often enough!

Then he looked at Liu Di.

This man with an extraordinary aura was clutching the completely unchanged crystal ball, his eyes nearly splitting with rage.

A stampede of emotions thundered through Liu Di's heart.

Not even a flicker of light?!

I really don't have even the slightest talent for psychic power?!!

"Tch."

"Hehe."

Ming Wan shook his head, wearing an expression that said it was only to be expected.

Meanwhile, Liu Di stared fixedly at the crystal ball in his hand.

No matter how he analyzed it, it was ordinary glass. Just a glass ball!

Liu Di abruptly turned to Ming Wan. "I don't believe it. That's impossible! This ball can't test psychic power at all!"

Ming Wan clicked his tongue. "I knew you'd try to deny it. Watch carefully."

As he spoke—

Ming Wan bent down and pulled another Windmill Pendant from his clothes.

Liu Di narrowed his eyes. It looked very similar to the hypnosis tool Song Yu used. Could Song Yu be Ming Wan's disciple?

However, the Windmill Pendant in Ming Wan's hand seemed more advanced than Song Yu's.

As it slowly spun, it produced crisp metallic clinks.

Ming Wan held the pendant beside the still-sleeping Xiao Bao's ear.

He said softly, "Child, don't hold back. Let your psychic power flow freely."

Liu Di understood.

Ming Wan was performing an advanced technique known as Secondary