Countless confusions swirled in Wang Ba's mind, rising and falling.
After hesitating for a while, he looked at Yu Wuheng, who remained motionless, and eventually flew over cautiously, standing side by side with him.
While guarding against the other party, he activated the Wind-Driving Staff and asked in a low voice:
"Can you see what that drop is?"
Yu Wuheng calmly turned his head, his eerily hollow double-pupils staring at him, then his Primordial Spirit suddenly manifested, quickly becoming transparent.
A point of golden light instantly appeared before Wang Ba's eyes.
The golden light was gentle, not dazzling.
Instead, it gave Wang Ba the feeling of witnessing a deity, ineffably holy!
But upon closer inspection, the scene suddenly changed.
This point of golden light shed its bright exterior, revealing a droplet-like true form, not transparent, resembling golden liquid.
Though extremely small, in Wang Ba's eyes, it clearly seemed immense, even larger than mountains!
