It twinkled with a blue radiance as it turned translucent, revealing a faint golden light from the veins within. Even as Mang Tian continued to pull at it, it showed no desire of breaking.
However, Tang Wu Lin felt his spirit power throb for a moment before it abruptly decreased.
“Aiyou!” He cried out.
Mang Tian looked towards him in surprise. “Did you feel something?”
Tang Wu Lin told the truth and said, “It seems like my spirit power has been consumed.”
Mang Tian revealed a complex expression as he looked at his disciple. He no longer tried to pull apart the Bluesilver Grass. Instead, he recalled his battle spirit and spirit souls, then released the grass.
Tang Zi Ran anxiously asked, “Brother Mang, what’s the situation?”
Mang Tian gave him a slight smile. “It seems that the Heavens haven’t abandoned this child. I’m certain that his battle spirit is a variant and what’s more, it’s a good kind of variant.”