Ji Hao was the fastest one, even three seconds faster than Feng Xing. He grabbed the crystal in his hand ahead of Elder Iron Yan.
The fist-sized crystal was ivory-white, only half-inch thick, and shaped irregularly, looking like a broken leaf. However, it was incredibly heavy; only a slight piece like this weighed at least five-thousand stones. An ordinary elementary-level Novice Magus could only hold two crystal pieces like this at one time, and that too by using all of his or her power.
Once Ji Hao's palm touched this crystal, he felt an extremely dense stream of power gushing into his body through his palm. The power was pure and warm, and felt like wine that had been in a cellar for over a hundred years. This stream of power had even brought Ji Hao a magical sense of pleasure.
"Highest-grade magic crystal!" said Ji Hao, after letting out a cough.