When everything finally settled down, it was already late at night.
Wen Ran and Shen Wu sat for quite a while in Qiu Shui's room, all three of them quietly watching the small flowerpot placed on the table. They rarely had such a tacit understanding, as they rested their chins on their hands, quietly gazing at the small green sprout in the flowerpot.
Qiu Shui tried to poke at it with a finger, and the sprout slowly moved. She pursed her lips, "My father said that Xiao Bai has exhausted all her cultivation. Now she's just an ordinary little green sprout, not even a sapling. If we have to wait for her to cultivate slowly, who knows how many hundreds of years it would take for her to cultivate into human form."
Not to mention human form, Xiao Bai now probably doesn't even have any consciousness.
Wen Ran said, "Let's ask my third uncle tomorrow. The people from Miao Xiang Island are here too, and we can also learn from them."
