"Yao Stone?"
Xia Feng's dark pupils suddenly brightened, "Are you sure?"
He subconsciously wanted to turn his head towards the direction of the fox woman, but fortunately, he held back and stared straight ahead with wide eyes.
"What attribute do the Yao Stones have?" he wondered.
Jiang Qiue didn't understand the thought process of the masked man. Was this really the time to think about such things?
However, she casually explained, "Depending on the spiritual attribute that the Crying Witch had when she was a Spirit Master, the Yao Stone will have the same attribute."
"How many Crying Witches are there on this island?" This time, Mu Qingtong spoke up, her voice faint with doubt.
"Over thousands of years, as many Spirit Masters have come to the island, I estimate that's how many Crying Witches there are. Of course, if we exclude those who have already died and become Yao Stones, the number would be much reduced."
