Space.
Ye Yuan nearly cried at his own stupidity.
Looking at the Deep-Sea Golden Bamboo that he both loved and hated, Ye Yuan was filled with regret.
It was not as if it could not survive on the seafloor.
Thinking of this, Ye Yuan found his own foolishness both laughable and exasperating.
It seemed he had been too close to the situation to see it clearly.
At the time, he had only wanted to prove that the golden bamboo could grow on land as well.
That was why he had transplanted it into the woods along the island's perimeter.
Looking back now, just how foolish had his actions been?
Not only had he lost a vast stretch of valuable timber.
Even several medicinal herb fields near the edge of the woods had been affected to varying degrees.
He had originally planted the medicinal herbs around the island's outskirts mainly because they differed from ordinary crops.
Grains and vegetables, for example, would rot in the ground after a while if they were not harvested once ripe.
Medicinal herbs were different. As long as they were not harvested, they would continue growing, and the older they became, the more valuable they were.
To keep the workers from wasting all their time walking.
Ye Yuan had planted grain and other agricultural crops near the center of the island.
As for medicinal herbs that did not need to be harvested right away, he had planted them farther away here.
But he had never expected the arrival of the golden bamboo to not only kill large swaths of trees, but also cause severe losses among the aged medicinal herbs.
Now that he had thought of a place for the golden bamboo, Ye Yuan no longer hesitated.
Even though his Mental Power was clearly depleted.
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