Condensed Spirit Essence

As evening came, Mo Fan quietly moved to the rooftop.

The air in the Imperial City was even worse then the Demon City. No matter which part of the city you were in, there was no way for you to see the starry skies. The clouds made the night pitch-black and everything unclear. There was a layer of a yellow drizzle around, like a pollution of the light.

Mo Fan planned on continuing meditating tonight and wanted to focus on the Summoning Element that had recently evolved into a Nebula.

Who knew why, but the Little Loach Pendant was a bit odd today, as it let out a strange radiance. Mo Fan thought it was very weird.

During the past couple of days, while he was appreciating the Magic Historical Sites, Mo Fan had gone to Mr. Qiu Yuhua specifically to ask about matters regarding Undead Tools.