"Even the Spirit Root plays tricks and creates trouble as well?" Wang Baole stared with his eyes wide open, looking at the illusory figure that was laughing. He was slightly suspicious, more so than being afraid. After all, before he arrived, he had gained a brief understanding of the True Breath Spirit Root through the jade slip given by the Chancellor, and he was aware that they contained Spirit Intelligence.
He had wanted to step forward to take a closer look, but at that instant, the imaginary figure seemed to have sensed him and abruptly turned around, revealing a face without any facial features. Within his body, a seven-inch root was also apparent.
"Seven inches, huh?" Wang Baole was deflated. He knew that what he was looking for right now as a Spirit Root that was not only an inch long but also fated with him.
