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Fortunately, the piece of hard black material on his arm wasn't very big. He couldn't see anything unusual with the sleeves down, but it still greatly angered Cheng Jingting.
This was the backlash from the destruction of the nurtured spirit. You're lucky that the strength of the green child wasn't very strong; otherwise, his backlash could have been greater.
"Didn't expect him to be killed?!" Cheng Jingting muttered to himself as he lowered his sleeve, "Could he also be a spirit cultivator? Otherwise, how do you explain his consistent success in spirit exploration? Hmm, maybe he has a special method for exorcism."
However, Cheng Jingting wasn't worried. It was just the death of a child; no one would be able to trace it back to him.
He turned to look at a row of clay jars in the corner. Though there were over a dozen jars, there weren't many nurturing spirits inside; they were basically "food."
There were also two other children, but they hadn't taken shape at all.
