Zhang Deming's thoughts flashed. By the time he recognized the item and could react, the Ice Water Spirit had already plunged into the unprepared Ji Ming's forehead. Ji Ming's entire body floated up uncontrollably. A snowflake emblem spun gently between his brows as his aura rapidly intensified.
Watching this scene, Zhang Deming's heart bled.
It wasn't just because of how precious the item was. More importantly, for a Three Talents Promotion, any cultivator associated with the Water Dao—regardless of their formula or path, be it the Magic Dao, Summoning, or Bloodline—could increase their success rate by at least twenty percent just by adding this damn thing to their recipe.
For such a precious item to be used up by Ji Ming, who was only at the Tai Chi Stage, was an absolute waste!
Although it would become part of his foundation and benefit him endlessly in the future, using such an incredibly rare item at the Tai Chi Stage was still far too wasteful.
