The Divine Source Saint Lord's palace held quite a few pruned potted spirit plants.
Naturally, they were mainly Second- and Third-Stage spirit plants, interspersed with a few Fourth- and Fifth-Stage ones.
They filled the entire palace with a unique spiritual fragrance, lessening the oppressive air one would expect from so many mighty Body Integration Saint Lords.
Yet Ye Jingcheng did not relax. From the moment Zining appeared, he had warned himself to be even more cautious.
He even suspected that these spirit plants might contain some sort of guiding spiritual medicine.
Thus, he deliberately avoided smelling the spiritual fragrance in the air.
He also tried not to observe the spirit plants too closely.
"Zining, withdraw!" Upon entering the palace, he saw a square-faced middle-aged man with thick brows seated upon a jade chair above. Though dressed in a brocade robe, he carried an air of nobility, and his eyes were like stars—unfathomable.
"Ziji pays respects to Lord Divine Source Saint Lord." Ye Jingcheng bowed respectfully.
"There is no need for such courtesy, Nephew. Since you are now an elder of my Divine Source Valley, you are one of us. Just call me Martial Uncle." The Divine Source Saint Lord waved his hand, signaling for Ye Jingcheng to take a seat among those lining both sides of the palace.
Ye Jingcheng did not sit immediately.
Instead, he took out a jade bottle.
"Martial Uncle, since this nephew has come to pay his respects, I should have brought a treasure. Yet I did not know what treasure might suit Martial Uncle's fancy. After much thought, this nephew only has some skill in alchemy, so I offer a spirit pill. I hope Martial Uncle will like it!"
The spirit pill Ye Jingcheng took out was a Scarlet Heavy Pill, except faint pill patterns