After resting enough, Yu Ziqing returned to the village, carrying Yang's laboratory with him, eagerly waiting to be cursed.
The Wig White Water Egg is really reliable, got it so quickly.
To prevent any other situations from arising, Yu Ziqing arrived early at the southwest of Jinlan Mountain to wait.
He took the opportunity to take care of the magic plants, checking how the juice was recovering.
Upon arrival, he saw that the high-pressure box already had a large amount of white fibrous roots, a sign of vitality, indicating better and quicker nutrient absorption.
This situation was enough for transplantation conditions, letting it grow further unchecked would not be good.
Yu Ziqing looked at the juice, talking to himself.
"Now you can be freed from the old stump, but I don't know if cutting the connection will affect you, I have to ask your opinion."
The juice swayed its branches, expressing no opinion.
"Then it's all up to me, I think it's okay, very suitable.
