A year later.
To the west of Dragon Abyss Island stretched a lush expanse of verdant green.
Whenever a breeze swept by, lively birds would flutter and dance.
But on closer inspection, there were no birds at all. They were clearly peculiar flowers and grasses connected to vines. Their fluttering forms resembled the severed tails of divine kites and swallows, creating the illusion of flying birds.
This was the Divine Iris!
A white figure moved through the flowerbeds, circulating his energy and forming hand seals as he performed Pill Refinement Art, picking flowers and placing them into a basket.
His movements were slow and gentle, for fear of harming the Divine Iris in the slightest.
One, two, three, four... There were twelve Fourth-Order Divine Irises in all!
The rest were basically immature, their growth periods insufficient, and were only around the Second or Third Order.
Sang Jinghe stood outside the Spirit Farmland, watching the white-robed Daoist slowly emerge along the field path.
When he drew near, he respectfully said, "Congratulations, Senior, on the Spirit Medicine harvest!"
Looking at the shining medicinal herbs in the bamboo basket woven from special vines, Luo Chen could not help smiling as well.
He praised Sang Jinghe. "You've worked hard. I remember that when these Divine Irises were transplanted, there were only eight Fourth-Order ones. In the mere nine years they've been in your hands, four more have appeared. You've truly helped me greatly."
Sang Jinghe was flattered, but still humbly said, "This junior wouldn't dare claim credit. It's because the Spirit Soil on Dragon Abyss Island is fertile and exceptionally suited to medicinal plants..."
The two walked unhurriedly along the field path, discussing the situation on Dragon Abyss Island.
In truth, ever since taking control of the island, Luo Chen had devoted himself to