Dragon Village Chief's beard was bristling with anger, yet he had trouble voicing his bitterness, like a mute suffering the bitterness of Huanglian herb.
If he had known the Qiling Pearl would turn out this way, he would never have given the Power of the Four Spirits, but now with Xun Ying standing right behind him, he could not bring himself to ask for the reward back.
But he always felt that the ranger standing before him was somehow guilty, and the mere sight of Wen Wen's face annoyed him greatly.
To restore the Qiling Pearl to its original state, it would require at least hundreds of years of nurturing; that is to say, their efforts over the past hundreds of years were almost entirely in vain.
Seeing the distressed expressions on everyone's faces, Wen Wen rubbed his nose, feeling slightly embarrassed.
He had been absorbing the strength of the Qiling Pearl to his heart's content on his way here until he had to stop when the pearl could no longer maintain its form.