Sitting in the room, Bai Jin gazed at the Magic Wand Sigh Seed.
The intricately twisted front end, no matter how many times it's seen, always exuded an unusual depth.
After much contemplation, Bai Jin attempted to infuse magic power into the wand, trying to communicate with the Centipede within.
The White Centipede crawled hesitantly among the interwoven branches, ultimately ignoring Bai Jin's request.
Now is not the time.
With Yang Yu and their current skills, they can handle that girl.
It still needs a greater crisis.
Only with a greater crisis can it take advantage and return everything to its rightful path.
The long flow of time has not changed its will in the slightest.
No matter how many times Bai Jin tried, there was no response from the Centipede, and Bai Jin finally had to give up on communicating with it.
