Zhao Lin grabbed a Spirit Stone and looked at the Spirit Beast Scroll in his mind.
'You wanted Spirit Stones, didn't you?'
'Here you go!'
After fading to gray, the Spirit Beast Scroll's surface was shrouded in a hazy mist, making it seem indistinct, as though it had fallen into a deep sleep.
But the moment Zhao Lin grabbed the Spirit Stone, the mist dissipated, and the Spirit Beast Scroll suddenly lit up, emitting a clear chime!
Dozens of silver threads extended from the Spirit Beast Scroll, like long 'tendrils,' shooting down Zhao Lin's arm toward the Spirit Stone.
HISS!
When the tendrils touched the Spirit Stone, their tips instantly turned from silver-white to a jade green, a color that spread back toward the Spirit Beast Scroll.
'It's absorbing Spiritual Qi.'
Zhao Lin's interest was piqued, but he wasn't surprised. He watched silently, waiting to see what would happen next.
