C199 Herba Radix

Wang Dong's fingers moved as if they were flying. Sometimes they curved like flowing water, and sometimes they were as sharp as an inch of light. His fingers danced like a dance, and finally, he stopped with a "peng" sound.

At this moment, the stone was no longer the size of an egg. Its walls were translucent and blurry, and it was possible to see that there was something inside.

"It can't be