A moon-bearing lotus seed hung in Song Yan's palm, and faint moonlight flickered within his hand.
The yellow-robed Dao Child's suspended figure trembled violently, his pupils constricting, revealing an expression of disbelief.
Even the illusory Demonic Image behind him became somewhat unstable.
"Impossible... This is impossible!"
This sudden scene, and the appearance of that other moon-bearing lotus seed, completely overturned his current thoughts.
"You can't fool me, this is another lotus seed... Where did you get it from?!"
"Another one?"
Song Yan sounded as if he were listening to a joke: "How could a Cultivator in the Middle Stage of Qi Refining like me find a treasure like the moon-bearing ancient lotus?"
"You yourself know that even if you searched all of Chu, you wouldn't find a second one!"
The Cultivators stared blankly at this sudden turn of events.
The yellow-robed Dao Child was somewhat agitated; he couldn't determine if what this kid said was true.
