"What kind of plant is this?" Eric asked curiously.
He only had a few pots of wild onions and garlic growing in his house, all of which were already quite tall, while these just looked like saplings.
Evan smiled, took a small cloth bag from his robes, and sprinkled the remaining seeds into the freshly prepared pot of soil.
His slender hand brushed lightly over the rim of the pot, his lips murmuring mysterious syllables. A gentle breeze rose, carrying emerald-green phosphorescent specks from his fingertips into the soil.
Nourished by the magic, the brown seeds quickly germinated. Tiny white roots dug deep into the earth, while above, tender green sprouts broke through the soil, surging upwards with unstoppable vitality.
Outside the courtyard gate, the crowd's admiring gasps rang out again, like a perfect background score for this magical display.
When the sapling had grown about a finger high, Evan finally stopped, placing it neatly beside the other pots.
