Qin He froze, then immediately withdrew from the Mud Palace Space, his divine sense blanketing the entire camp.
Very quickly, Qin He locked onto Wei Wu's tent. A faint gleam of divinity, visible only to Qin He, flashed and vanished at just that moment.
Seeing this, Qin He opened his eyes again, the corners of his lips lifting slightly.
This Wei Wu had been looking more and more pleasing to the eye lately.
Opening the Mysterious Little Notebook, Qin He rapidly scanned through it ten pages at a glance.
At last, amid the dense mass of wishes, he found Lingyu Kingdom's sole wish.
Wisher: Wei Xiaohei
Content: Heysoha~
Qin He stared blankly at it, looking left and right, up and down, unable to figure out what those three words meant for a long while.
After muttering them over and over several times, Qin He finally guessed their meaning: to be able to speak.
Combined with his name, Wei Xiaohei.
He was most likely some mute who had lost his tongue. Qin He had no idea what Wei Wu had done to him for him to actually make a wish aloud.
That name had obviously just been given to him.
Shaking his head, Qin He sent a language gift package over with a direct biu~, considering that this was the first believer in the Western Regions.
Speaking was neither a skill nor a cultivation technique. Added to that was just a little understanding of language—altogether, it was only a tiny bit of experience-type knowledge and barely consumed any merit.
Then Qin He pondered for a while before sending over two more things with another biu~: "Wheat Cultivation Technology" and "Postpartum Care for Sows."
The waters of two rivers met here, and the soil was fertile. If not for the supernatural disturbances,