"The inner pill has already formed, and among the Centipede Beads, only the Brain Bead and Spine Beads remain. There's just one Brain Bead and four Spine Beads, the rest have not yet formed."
With a tone of regret, Hu Lengyue said, "What a pity, we came too early. If we had come ten years later, we could have harvested at least thirty-six Centipede Beads. Those are treasures."
"Today's gains were entirely due to a series of coincidences, and if it weren't for Little Feng Ying, we wouldn't have been so lucky. Having four beads alone is already a huge gain. And who says we'll still get the chance ten years from now?"
Zhuang Weiran was truly content, and he urged Feng Ying to collect the whole King Centipede. However, Feng Ying despised the idea because he didn't want to carry such an ugly skin.
Seeing that Feng Yin didn't object, Zhuang Weiran had to continue the tough work of peeling the skin.
