Not far from Ling Chengxin, someone else was busy in the two mu of quasi fifth rank spirit fields belonging to the Star Sea Pavilion.
He was a withered old man named Zhao Tao. Like Yan Siyi, he had entered the nascent soul realm, and his cultivation was even a little higher than hers.
Most importantly, however, he was also a fourth rank superior grade spirit planter, with extraordinary spirit plant attainment.
Although the two mu of spirit fields under his care also contained gathering yuan grass, his exquisite spirit planting skills would likely allow the plants to mature in less than fifty years—even faster than those tended by Ling Chengxin.
Perhaps that was precisely why the Star Sea Pavilion had sent him here to oversee and tend those two mu of quasi fifth rank spirit fields.
However, he had little lifespan remaining. Both the Star Sea Pavilion and Zhao Tao himself had intended this assignment as a place for him to spend his twilight years.
His pursuit of the dao path was no longer so fervent; he spent more time savoring life.
After tending his two mu of spirit fields, he looked over at Ling Chengxin, who was still caring for her spirit plants nearby.
After observing her closely for a few moments, he could not help feeling surprised and struck up a conversation with a smile.
"Little Cheng Xin, your spirit plant attainment has improved rather quickly. I imagine it won't be long before you touch upon the fourth rank middle grade level, will it?"
Ling Chengxin had long been acquainted with Old Zhao. Since he often gave her guidance in spirit planting out of regard for Ling Pengyun, she respected him greatly.
Now that Old Zhao had taken the initiative to speak, she temporarily stopped working and