Huang Yuanming and the other cultivators carefully watched Han Li, their gazes inevitably stealing glances towards the direction of the pool.
Turned out that a good half of the Spiritual Spring's water had been disturbed by Han Li's actions, immediately reducing the original amount by much more than half. Only a pitiful thin layer of spring water remained in the pool.
Upon witnessing this scene, the hearts of these three old fellows naturally ached, but faced with Han Li, whose cultivation seemed unfathomably deep, they could only feign ignorance and force a smile so as not to offend the senior expert and bring disaster upon their families.
The instant Han Li evaporated the water droplets from his body, he too noticed the peculiar fragrance emanating from the Spiritual Spring. His contemplative expression faded, and he subconsciously looked back at the pool behind him.
