This thing that was neither quite a talisman nor not, tumbled up and down, spiraling as it condensed into a small blue-gray mirror, radiating sparkling Dharma Light. One glance was enough to tell it was no common object—it was precisely the treasure that, in Li Yuanjiao's memory, the Li Family had acquired from their Cave Mansion.
'So, this was the old bastard's backup plan.'
How could Chi Buzi fail to recognize it? He stared for a few moments, regretting his own greed for a brief moment—who could have guessed that the Taiyin Moonlight was merely bait released by that old bastard?
Chi Buzi paused, immediately suppressing the greed in his heart, and pondered to himself:
'Who knows what age this ancient monster comes from? No need to rush. If I can con him into revealing some secret... perhaps my opportunity for Core Formation lies within!'
The witchcraft was still embedded in his own Soul, yet Chi Buzi wasn't afraid in the least. Fixing his gaze on that Talisman Qi, he thought:
