"This is it."
The black-robed elder pointed at the red speck, looking rather proud, as though he had completed an exquisitely crafted masterpiece.
At the same time, with a thought, he abruptly shrank the black cauldron. It turned into a streak of black light and flew back into his palm, where he carefully put it away.
"Such a tiny amount?"
Chen Changming stared intently at the little red speck, his expression initially bewildered and disappointed. Even if this minuscule thing truly was the essence of mystic dragon blood ginseng, what use could it possibly be?
But in the next instant, he sensed an utterly different aura emanating from that red speck.
That aura was ancient and weathered, carrying a primordial will of unparalleled dominance that defied heaven and battled earth, as though some power transcending the mortal world had been sealed within it.
When that aura inadvertently brushed against his divine sense, Chen Changming shuddered deep in his soul. An indescribable terror shot from his tailbone straight to the crown of his head.
"Hahaha, Chen Changming, did that scare you?"
Within his sea of consciousness, the Cold Marrow Ice Soul Dragon's voice suddenly rang out, its gleefully mocking laughter echoing throughout.
"What, have you figured something out?" Chen Changming's divine-sense avatar materialized within his sea of consciousness, frowning at the point of light hovering beside the Yin-Yang Seal.
Although this Cold Marrow Ice Soul Dragon was at odds with him most of the time, it had been a tremendous help during the previous incident involving the Golden Dragon Horn.
"Chen Changming, now do you understand why the Sima Family looked so troubled when you asked them to find mystic dragon blood ginseng?"
The Cold Marrow Ice Soul Dragon deliberately kept him guessing, asking with a chuckle and the knowing air