The shadowy figure did not respond, because as soon as it received the stone, it couldn't wait to extend several tendrils, deeply piercing into the stone.
The tendrils sucked forcefully, and streams of grayish light surged out from the stone, then flowed along the tendrils into the shadow.
The shadow let out a sound of extreme pleasure, but this state did not last long.
As the tendrils continued to suck, the gray on the stone rapidly faded, eventually turning it into a ghastly white stone.
Crack!
The stone hit the ground, crumbling into powder.
The shadow leaned back in the chair, silent for a long time, seemingly savoring the aftertaste of the extreme pleasure.
After a while, it sighed softly, "It still has to be the wish power from these young literati! Not only is it refined, but it also has a certain chewiness, just one bite can make one forget all troubles! Unfortunately, there's just too little of it!"
