From his experience, he knew the wood would practically snatch the Nascent Energy from him, so he had been careful, not wanting to inject more than half of what he had left right now. However, despite his cautiousness, it still managed to squeeze out a little more.
Furthermore, maybe because he injected just a strand of Nascent Energy into it, he didn't have any problem stopping, but as he injected quite a bit into it, a strong connection had been formed, which took him quite some effort to break and stop the almost uncontrollable injection of energy, the reason for his pale face.
'If not for my natural affinity for Nascent Energy, it would have drained me.' He thought, looking at the piece of wood with a solemn look in his eyes.
Though he had already believed Wyomin, now he believed it even more that this piece of wood was something very extraordinary.
However, he still didn't know why it was so.
