Tang San had just wrapped around seven inches of the mandala snake with blue silver grass, and Mo Bai had already stuffed the whole snake into his mouth and chewed it. The moment the light yellow soul ring exploded in his throat, dragon scale patterns suddenly appeared on the veins of the Blue Silver Grass leaves - these were the evolutionary marks left by the taste of the hundred thousand years of soul rings when he secretly gnawed on the remaining leaves of the Blue Silver Emperor guarded by Tang Hao last night.
"Xiao Mo, this is not how soul rings are absorbed!"
When Yu Xiaogang rushed over holding the "Ten Core Competencies of Martial Arts", Mo Bai burped full of the atmosphere of the Star Forest. The green mustard-smelling gas transformed by the ghost vine soul ring corroded the page in his hand with a new title of "On the Dialectical Relationship between Ingredients Processing and Martial Spirit Evolution".
