The drop of underground spiritual milk in the palm of Chu Fengmian now appeared milky white. Merely holding it in his hand, Chu Fengmian was able to sense its extremely refined Spiritual Power.
"It's just a pity that about one third of the spiritual energy of this underground spiritual milk has already dissipated, and now only about seventy percent is left," Feng Mian remarked regretfully as he examined the drop of underground spiritual milk.
Now, this drop of underground spiritual milk, having merged into the rock before, had emitted thirty percent of its Spiritual Power, leaving only around seventy percent.
Nevertheless, this seventy percent of the Spiritual Power was still something Chu Fengmian desperately needed.
"If it were a complete drop of underground spiritual milk, I would have the confidence to condense the third drop of ancient dragon spirit blood. However, with only about seventy percent..."
