Nowadays, the new branches sprouted from a spot at the edge, weak and showing little vitality, looking as if they were on the verge of perishing.
Yu Ziqing no longer touched this plant, which resembled a victory spring but was certainly not one.
He observed the attitude of the surrounding Magic Plants and the demeanor of the Bloodthirsty Devil Flower.
Adding to the words of the giant,
And this eerie place where such an ordinary-looking plant could still survive,
Piecing it all together, Yu Ziqing fully understood that this must be the Immortal Herb the giant had spoken of.
The Immortal Herb he was sent to find.
Yet he never expected the Immortal Herb to look like this.
As the words "Immortal Herb" surfaced in Yu Ziqing's mind, a peculiar aura emerged from the victory spring.
Yu Ziqing did not detect it, but the Little Bodhi Tree did and conveyed it to him.
This was indeed the Immortal Herb, and it was on the brink of death.
