Seeing this scene, Wu Han immediately concealed the shock on his face and looked in the direction Fan Baozi had indicated.
There stood a lush green spirit tree, only three zhang tall, beside the Guang Ling Dao Tree.
It had few branches and even fewer leaves, yet the handful of blooming azure-gold spirit flowers emitted an indescribable pressure!
But when Wu Han looked closer, he discovered that these spirit flowers were somewhat withered, clearly indicating that something had gone wrong.
"Brother Fan, this spirit tree is...?"
Wu Han asked, partly to cooperate with the other man in shifting attention and partly out of his own curiosity.
After all, for this tree to be the only spirit plant growing beside the Guang Ling Dao Tree, it had to be far from ordinary!
"This little fellow is Senior Guang Ling's disciple. Some days ago, it was too eager for quick success and suffered a deviation in its cultivation, resulting in a loss of vital essence.
Our mission here is to cast spells and help it recover from its injuries."
As he spoke, Fan Baozi flipped his palm and produced two Long-Necked Jade Bottles, tossing one of them to Wu Han.
"Here. This is a spirit liquid personally concocted by Elder Gui. Later, you will cast the spell together with Fan. Understood?"
Hearing This, Wu Han's gaze shifted, and he immediately understood Fan Baozi's meaning. He gripped the jade bottle tightly and said:
"Rest assured, Brother Fan. Wu would never dare make any mistake!"
"Good. Then stand over there!"
Seeing that Wu Han had grasped his meaning, Fan Baozi was immediately delighted. With a casual point of his finger, he directed Wu Han to stand on a patch of seemingly ordinary grass.
Wu Han remembered Luo Hong's instructions: he only needed to make