The Fire Spirit Fruit seed in Lin Mo's palm was entirely different from an ordinary seed.
A normal spirit seed was about the size of a little finger, its cocoon-like husk smooth and rounded, with slightly pointed ends that faintly revealed a pale red hue.
The fruit seed in his hand appeared to have a perfectly normal husk, but the color showing at its ends was grayish white rather than pale red.
The explanation was obvious.
The Sword Sect's Sect Master must have used some means to damage the seed's interior, draining its vitality and causing the seed kernel inside to change color!
Its vitality is weak, but it hasn't vanished entirely. How could this possibly stump me?
Just as Lin Mo was pondering this,
Long Tianyuan chuckled a short distance away, then pressed his hands together with the Fire Spirit Fruit seed between his palms. A faint layer of azure light gradually rose over the backs of his hands.
On the other side, Shen Chengqi frowned slightly, squeezed a bead of blood from his fingertip, and spread it evenly over the seed's surface.
Lin Mo clicked his tongue in wonder.
Standing closest to them, he could sense it clearly: the fading vitality of the Fire Spirit Fruit seeds in their hands was slowly recovering, with neither pulling ahead of the other.
I really can't underestimate the people of this world...
With that inward sigh, Lin Mo copied Shen Chengqi and squeezed out a bead of blood to smear over his seed.
Once the blood had completely dried, he imitated Long Tianyuan, sandwiching the seed between his palms and making a show of circulating spiritual energy.
He had to admit, this tracing of a gourd from someone else's pattern actually worked.
As his spiritual energy circulated, Lin Mo faintly sensed