The soil was still flat.
There was nothing.
Ling Zhuzi's brow knotted tightly.
"Why hasn't it sprouted yet?"
He crouched before the flowerpot, lightly poked the soil with a finger, then pulled it back.
"Did I not water it enough?"
He picked up the watering can and gave it a little water.
"Is there not enough sunlight?"
He moved the flowerpot to the brightest spot on the windowsill.
"Is the soil wrong?"
He scooped up a handful of Qing Soil and doubted his own eyes. Then he held it beneath his nose and sniffed it, rubbed it between his fingers, and confirmed from every characteristic that it really was Qing Soil.
On the third day, it still had not sprouted.
On the fourth day, it had not sprouted.
On the fifth day, it had not sprouted.
Ling Zhuzi paced anxiously in circles. Could it be that he simply had no talent for growing spirit plants?
No, perhaps the seeds were bad!
Ling Zhuzi ran to the Spirit Plant Garden to find martial sister A Heng.
"Martial sister A Heng! Starlight Grass is supposed to sprout within seven days, and today is already the fifth day. Why is there still no movement?"
A Heng was loosening the soil around a spirit plant without even raising her head.
"Are you sure you didn't bury the seeds too deeply?"
"I didn't! Just like you said, I scattered them, pressed them down lightly, and didn't cover them with soil!"
"Did you water them?"
"I did! Every day!"
"What about sunlight?"
"I put it on the windowsill. The sun shines on it from morning to night!"
A Heng raised her head and pointed at the patch of Starlight Grass growing in the corner of the garden.
"Look at the Starlight Grass over there. It was