"This evil beast is somewhat strange," Leng Chanra said, stroking his chin, lost in thought. "The flesh on its body has increased and the wood reduced. Why is that?"
Chu Xisheng looked around, "What's even more interesting is these Time Trace Grasses; their number hasn't changed at all."
He noticed that after the evil beast swallowed the 'Six Curves Time Trace Grass', a 'Three-Curves Time Trace Grass' in the Divine Stone Pit had transformed into six curves.
Additionally, a new 'Time Trace Grass' appeared, growing through the crevices of shattered rocks, swaying gracefully as the breeze blew.
The quantity of the Six Curves Time Trace Grass remained thirty-six, while the Three-Curves Time Trace Grass was one hundred and eight.
Chu Xisheng thought to himself that there must be something peculiar going on.
