The Spirit Cores of middle-stage Spirit Beasts were treasures that every disciple of the Bitao Martial Academy dreamed of obtaining during their mountain training expeditions.
However, in the nearly ten thousand years since the establishment of the Bitao Martial Academy, although disciples had ventured into the mountains for training every year, not a single cultivation team had ever managed to kill a middle-stage Spirit Beast and obtain its Spirit Core.
But at this very moment, Fang Bai actually claimed that what he was holding in the palm of his hand were the Spirit Cores from those two middle-stage Spirit Beasts they encountered earlier. How could Huang Miao and the others not be astonished upon hearing such news?
"Junior Brother Fang, what you're saying... is it true?"
Huang Miao's gaze was glued to the two Spirit Cores in Fang Bai's palm, and she felt her heart nearly leap from her chest as she asked with a trembling voice.
