"Ghost, how many Illusion Cores have you collected?"
Ju asked while fighting the Illusion Beast.
"Just one for now."
Ju frowned, "Why so slow? In such a short time, at least five Illusion Beasts have been killed, and you've only collected one Illusion Core?"
Qi Xiongcheng felt it hard to explain; somehow, another force was pulling at the mist, making it extremely difficult for him to collect the cores.
He thought the Illusion Beast was too strong, and his time refining the Purple Sun Gourd was too short.
Suppressing his annoyance, Ju said, "Do your best to collect the Illusion Cores, tell me when you reach five."
Five Illusion Cores would make this trip worthwhile.
But, would the Young Master be satisfied with only five?
Qi Xiongcheng was puzzled, but his hands didn't stop.
The others present gradually noticed something unusual.
The Illusion Beasts, once killed, started disappearing even before their Illusion Cores were harvested.
