Under the crimson glow, the dark peach wood resin also emitted a bright colorful light.
This peach gum was different from ordinary peach wood resin; each one was crystal clear and had a decent hardness, like tiny crystals stacked together.
Ye Jingcheng looked at the peach wood, which had grown much taller, with a smile on his face, although it still had no leaves on it.
But Ye Jingcheng understood that this was the wood demon maintaining its demon power, thereby enhancing its chance of advancement.
After the craze of the past few days, the sale of spirit pills at the Chu Ye Pavilion has now fallen into a stable development process.
The booth now hardly attracts any cultivators, mainly relying on Chen Ya and his few guides who bring a few people over every few days.
