"Planting? I seem to remember Junior Nephew Wang and Junior Nephew Li are both skilled at it. If Junior Sister Murong has any questions, why not ask them?" The young man in white raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting, and asked with a smile.
"Uncle-Master Zhao, you flatter me. I only know a little about it, but if Martial Aunt Murong has any questions, I'll tell her everything I know." The short, plump, round-faced man replied modestly, though the pride in his eyes was plain to see.
Hearing this, Murong Xiaoxiao's expression remained unchanged. After a moment's thought, she said with some reluctance, "Senior Brother Zhao, I think Junior Nephew Shi is the one to ask about this."
"As the saying goes, two heads are better than one. Junior Nephew Shi may not know that much. If you have any questions, Junior Sister, just ask. I'm sure someone here can answer them." The young man in white smiled.
"It's like this, Senior Brother Zhao. The bag of seven-colored flower seeds you gave me last time has been planted in my Spirit Field for over a month, but it still hasn't sprouted. I'd like to know why." Murong Xiaoxiao pondered briefly, then asked.
Hearing this, the young man in white raised an eyebrow and said with some confusion, "You planted them in a Spirit Field for a month and they still haven't sprouted? That can't be right! The seeds I gave you were fresh."
"What? Do you think I'm lying, Senior Brother Zhao?" Murong Xiaoxiao asked, displeased.
"No, no, that's not what I meant. Don't misunderstand, Junior Sister Murong." The young man in white shook his head and explained. Then he quickly changed the subject. "Junior Nephew Wang, Junior Nephew Li, explain this. Why would seeds planted in a Spirit Field