"This fiend beast is rather strange."
Leng Chana rubbed his chin, sinking into thought. "It has more flesh and less wood on its body now. Why is that?"
Chu Xisheng looked around. "What's more interesting is that the number of Time-Trace Grasses hasn't changed."
He discovered that after the fiend beast swallowed that Six-Bend Time-Mark Grass, a Three-Bend Time-Mark Grass inside the Divine Stone Pit had become a six-bend one.
A new Time-Trace Grass had also appeared, growing from a crack between the stones and swaying gracefully in the breeze.
There were still thirty-six Six-Bend Time-Mark Grasses and one hundred and eight Three-Bend Time-Mark Grasses.
Chu Xisheng thought there had to be something strange behind this.
"Why are you dragging your feet, Brother Chu?" Wind Saber, Lightning Sword Ren Zhongshou had no interest in the changes after the fiend beast swallowed the Time-Trace Grass.
In truth, unease was stirring faintly in his heart. He increasingly felt that helping Chu Xisheng for that little money might have been a terrible mistake.
Forcing himself to remain calm, Ren Zhongshou glanced sideways at Chu Xisheng. "I think we should act as soon as possible and secure this Stone-Heart Blood and Time-Trace Grass. Delay breeds complications."
Chu Xisheng shook his head slightly and rested his hand on the saber at his waist. "We need to watch a little longer. Rest assured, Brother Ren. I said that whatever benefits there are this time, you'll have a share-as long as your people from the Origin-Returning Sword Sect follow my instructions."
At this, Ren Zhongshou's expression darkened slightly again.
He understood what Chu Xisheng's gesture meant: if he did not want to be cut, he should shut up!
Ren Zhongshou choked with anger, momentarily tempted to turn against him.
But he endured it.
He was adept at