By the River of Forgetfulness
Whoosh!
A cobblestone silently fell into the river, yet strangely, it did not raise a single splash. The surface was calm as a mirror, without even the slightest ripple.
Shi Dechun idly tossed the stone in his hand up and down as he stared at the river.
Only after the faint sound of chanting beside him stopped did he turn to Chen Mu with a puzzled look. "You chant the Dew Gathering Incantation nonstop every day. Don't you ever get sick of it?"
Dew Gathering Incantation: 8526/10000;
Chen Mu put away the Gray Wall and smiled.
Sick of it?
Watching my experience shoot up like this, how could I possibly get sick of it?
"Besides, no matter how familiar you get with this thing, it's useless. The limit on gathering Jade Dew depends on personal talent, not on how slick your tongue is. Why do you keep chanting it every day?" Shi Dechun changed angles and tossed another stone toward the river with a whoosh.
Heh!
Here, having a slick tongue was extremely useful.
Over the past few days, as his Dew Gathering Incantation experience increased, the source power that drove the incantation had begun to faintly emerge.
Not only did this allow him to gather more Jade Dew, but Hundred Mile Qi Seal, which he had been unable to activate ever since transforming into the Heavenly Demon True Form, also seemed to be slowly reviving because of it.
Chen Mu was in an excellent mood and cheerfully humored him. "I just like reciting catchy little rhymes."
Yeah, right!
Shi Dechun rolled his eyes, leaned sideways, and flung the last cobblestone toward the River of Forgetfulness. Unfortunately, it did not even make a splash.
"By the way, everyone's travel fees should be almost