Fang Chen was a little surprised. “Little White, Little Black, is there something wrong with my core?”
The black and white paper figures’ reactions indicated they had noticed something.
Did they recognize the sword core?
The white paper figure’s expression stiffened. “Lord… this isn’t right.…”
It circled around the Golden Core, looking increasingly perplexed.
“This Golden Core… seems to be a ‘White Core’….” said the black paper figure, its gaze flickering.
The black paper figure seemed hesitant to say more.
“Please say it directly,” Fang Chen urged.
The white paper figure sighed softly. “A White Core is the most ordinary type of Golden Cores, and the easiest to refine. Typically, only those lacking in talent or nearing the end of their lifespan would choose to refine a White Core….”
This was not the front line; the injured should have received proper medical attention to prevent their condition from worsening.
Liu Dong’s eyes were red.
Before he could speak, one of the disciples guarding the mountain lazily responded, “These minor injuries don’t need treatment. The entire Parting Fiery Dao Sect is very busy right now. There are no Foundation Building Realm cultivators available to help.”
“Ancestor, Martial Uncle is in trouble,” Liu Dong said in a low voice.