As snow crunched softly beneath their feet, Song Meilin finally began explaining.
"The creatures you encountered earlier are called Pishachas."
"Pishachas?" Su Mo repeated.
"Yes," Song Meilin nodded. "The ones we fought were all Grade Two Pishachas."
"Are the grades based on strength?" Yang Qingxi asked.
"You can think of it that way."
Song Meilin continued walking while explaining patiently.
"Grade One Pishachas are the weakest. Their combat strength is generally equivalent to Qi Condensation cultivators."
"Grade Two Pishachas are equivalent to Foundation Building cultivators."
"As for Grade Three..."
A trace of seriousness appeared in her eyes.
"Those are extremely rare."
"Their strength is comparable to Golden Core cultivators."
Yang Qingxi's brows furrowed slightly.
"No wonder White Moon Sect is treating this situation so seriously."
Song Meilin nodded.
