Chen Xuan’s heart sank; this was clearly a sign that the Dragon-Turning Grass’s advancement was failing.
Had he been swindled by Fatty Shu? Or was the spirit liquid he had synthesized using supreme immortal energy inferior to millennium-grade spirit liquid?
Regardless of the cause, Chen Xuan had no time to ponder. His mana was nearly exhausted. If he wanted the Dragon-Turning Grass to maintain the spiritual power needed for its Tribulation Crossing, he had no choice but to use the Blood of the Three Sovereigns.
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