"It would make elves unable to use their power of the wood." Shen Jiyu said and he continued to write down different herbs. He had learnt this at the Xu Clan, it was used by the elders for immortal children born to ascended immortals.
"Wow!" Basil exclaimed, his eyes flashed and he took in all the pictures carefully.
His greedy expression did not cause a jolt in Shen Jiyu's heart and he continued to draw the remaining herbs. The process of making the concoction was simple but the herbs involved were not a small amount. There were about twenty herbs needed for
this.
He felt a strong gaze and he glanced to the left at Basil, "What is it? You cannot recognize them."
Basil's gaze was a little shifty, "Is it not too evil?"
Shen Jiyu stopped writing and placed the brush next to the paper. "It is not evil."
