"The third reincarnator? Heh heh, why should I tell you?" The old man wore an expression that clearly said he had no intention of talking. He crossed the suspended bridge connecting the two peaks, mist steaming upward beneath it. At that moment, when he looked toward the other peak, it truly seemed as though dense fog had transformed into an immortal coming to ferry him across.
"Hehe, if you won't say, then so be it. It's not as if I necessarily wanted to know." I wasn't anxious in the slightest.
That made the old man look puzzled. "Why?"
"Why? You're a reincarnated powerhouse from Central Origin Continent, yet you can't even handle an acquired Two Forms Spirit Root or balance it well enough to digest Fallen Heaven Wine. So what difference would it make if another reincarnated genius came along? They might even be worse than you!" I said with a laugh.
The old man snorted and said with his hands behind his back, "Since they're reincarnators, each must have their own strengths. Don't underestimate them. But since you say this Two Forms Spirit Root can still be balanced, how exactly is it balanced?"
"I have my own ingenious method of balancing it, but I'm not going to tell you." I spread my hands.
"You! Anyone can brag nonsense!" The old man looked thoroughly unconvinced.
I had naturally prepared for this long ago. Taking out a storage pouch, I pulled out six Heaven-Mending Pills, each of a different attribute, and said, "Isn't it easy to fill in and purify deficiencies in the spirit roots? Whichever spirit root is unbalanced, just eat a few more pills. Once they're balanced, there's no need to bother with them."
"What are these?" The instant the old man saw the six Heaven-Mending Pills, their bizarrely