The spiritual orb couldn't be cultivated in a day. That bright white little glass pearl was still very weak at the moment.
It was so weak that it disappeared inch by inch in the eyes of the two master Sprite Cultivators.
"Old Wang, did you see that clearly?"
The master Sprite Cultivator whose neck was almost twisted 90 degrees asked.
The other one.
Old Wang, who had a beard, was still maintaining his appearance with his eyeballs protruding outward. He slowed down and replayed the scene he had just seen in his mind.
After a while, he said, "It's not a solidification of spiritual force. It's hard to say whether it's a solidification of spirit power. But no matter what, that Reverie Butterfly is only elite-level…"
"Hey, Old Lu, wait a minute!!"
Before Old Wang finished speaking, he saw Old Lu leaping out with agility that didn't match his age, heading straight for the Reverie Butterfly.
"Old Lu, you hypocrite!"
