After much deliberation, he could only attribute it to Song Qingxi's own talent.
Talent was something unseen and untouchable, yet it truly existed. Some people were born suited to body refinement, while others were born suited to cultivating the sword.
Take Song Qingxing, for instance—he was a born swordsman.
So, he was not particularly surprised that Song Qingxi possessed some special talent. It was a good thing, after all, was it not?
Song Changsheng withdrew his hand and asked curiously, "What did you pour on it?"
"You mean this? It's a spiritual liquid I concocted myself. It can promote the growth of spirit plants." Song Qingxi raised the jade bottle in her hand and gave it a shake.
Song Changsheng took it and examined it. As expected, it was merely a very common spiritual liquid, much like the fertilizer sprinkled over crops in his previous life. It had nothing to do with the changes in the Green Plum Tree.
Unable to find the cause for the moment, Song Changsheng could only set the matter aside and observe it for a while longer, to see whether it was merely luck or truly because of Song Qingxi...
Early the next morning, after Song Changsheng finished cultivating, he took a small boat out to inspect Clear Mirror Lake. The number of spirit fish in the lake had increased compared to before, but there was no trace of that Fish King.
This left him rather puzzled.
After thinking it over, he decided to ask Qingxi and the other first.
"Xi'er, let me ask you something. While you two were on the island, did you notice anything unusual happening in the lake?"
Song Qingxi was using a spell to water the spirit field. She tilted her head and thought for a moment before saying, "I