Ruyi Gate.
Inside the Dongfu.
Fang Xi was sitting cross-legged in meditation when he suddenly opened his eyes and reached out with a sweep of his hand.
Three 'Jin Chanzi' cicada sloughs floated out, lining up in a row, but the decay they emitted furrowed his brow.
"It seems... something is not right."
After a careful check, Fang Xi's face was left with only a wry smile, "The potential has been forced too much... These are not three high-quality fourth-tier monster beasts but force-grown stuffed ducks and chickens... Once dead, the essence inside rapidly drains away... To even make a low-grade fourth-tier puppet would be considered lucky."
He gritted his teeth, formed a hand seal, and a light green talisman flashed, flying into one of the cicada sloughs of Jin Chanzi.
The next instant, something unexpected happened!
