Several streaks of light swept through the Void!
"Can't you shrink that body of yours?" At that moment, He Pingsheng sat on the left shoulder of the enormous Hong Wubo!
From a distance, he looked like a divine pet.
No, He Pingsheng seemed even smaller than a bug.
"I can, Young Master!" Hong Wubo replied. "But I have to use a secret technique to become the same size as you, and it won't last very long!"
"However, once my cultivation reaches the Witch King Realm, I'll be able to change my size at will!"
He Pingsheng understood.
Shrinking was as difficult for the Witch Race as growing larger was for ordinary living beings.
Sitting on Hong Wubo's shoulder, He Pingsheng glanced back at the three streaks of light following them. Then, with a wave of his hand, a barrier formed from Daoist Law enveloped him and Hong Wubo's head.
It did not include Hong Wubo's body.
This thing could block probing by Divine Sense and divine power.
"Hong Wubo, I have a few questions for you!"
"Of course!" Hong Wubo said. "Please ask, Young Master. If I know, I'll tell you!"
"Hmm..." He Pingsheng had been holding this in for a long time. He exhaled softly, then asked, "Earlier, I saw your brother ask each of us to condense two drops of Essence Blood for him. That basin in his hands was almost identical to the basins elsewhere among the Witch Race!"
"I wanted to ask, is there anything special about this basin?"
"Why do they look exactly alike?"
The crucial point was that this thing looked almost identical to He Pingsheng's Treasure-Gathering Basin!
He could not say with one hundred percent certainty that something was amiss, but it was close to ninety-nine percent.
Only now that Hong Wubo had