"Locke, you have quite the temper today. Don't forget, everything today was caused by you. If you don't handle it properly, I will revoke your recommendation qualifications for Cangqiong Palace," Celeste said disdainfully, if not for the need to conceal her strength, she would have killed Zhou Ziang earlier in the treehouse.
"No need to remind me, I see that you two are afraid that we will overtake you, trying every means to eliminate Zhou Ziang," Locke snorted coldly and walked out of the treehouse.
Breathing in the ancient yet refreshing air of the Biological Garden, Locke took out dozens of oval spores and planted them into the soil in various directions of the garden.
As time passed, the oval spores grew into white mushrooms, their mycelium rapidly growing in all directions.
The cotton-white mushrooms, starting from the soil, continued until two o'clock at midnight.
Quinn and Celeste were both waiting for feedback from Locke.
