Technical Flow VS. Metaphysics, Dugu Bo Doubts Life

There was no jade shovel.

Nor was there any profound theory of "Soul Power synchronization."

Ah Yin merely extended that fair, jade-like finger and gently poked the golden petals of the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum.

"It lights up."

Her voice was as soft as the wind.

The proud Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum actually swayed lightly, as though responding to her.

Ah Yin smiled, her eyes curving like crescents.

Then she reached out and poked another immortal herb beside it, the Narcissus Jade Muscle Bone.

"You're pretty too."

The bud of the Narcissus Jade Muscle Bone seemed to shyly draw itself in for an instant.

Dugu Bo: "..."

He stared blankly at the scene.

At this chief gardener, who simply went from plant to plant, "poking" each one.

Sometimes she chatted with them; sometimes she hummed an unknown little tune for them.

The scene was beautiful, harmonious, and filled with the breath of life.

But it was also...

Completely incomprehensible!

What kind of method was this?

A poke and a few words counted as care?

This was even more mysterious—and more absurd—than Chrysanthemum Douluo's theory of "Soul Power synchronization"!

Dugu Bo finally understood.

He and these people simply did not belong to the same world.

On one side were the technical, "academic" types.

On the other were the incomprehensible, "mystical" types.

And he, Dugu Bo, was the "labor type," carrying a giant iron shovel and grunting as he dug holes.

No!

This couldn't continue!

He, Dugu Bo, was also the "second-ranking gardener" personally appointed by Senior!

How could he be outdone by Chrysanthemum Guan and some little blonde girl?

How could he not even understand the chief gardener's methods?

Compete!

He had to start competing!

Dugu Bo's gaze sharpened as he made up his mind.

Without drawing attention, he pulled a