Meng Chuan took out the two seeds he had been keeping for Chu Feng, drawing the eyes of all three people and the bull.
"These aren't seeds in the usual sense. They're different from the one you have," Meng Chuan said. The bloodshot streaks in his eyes were slowly fading.
"Exotic Soil—no, nothing in this world could make them grow."
He had spent the entire night trying every means to uncover the origins of the two seeds. To say he had found nothing would be an exaggeration.
But he had learned very, very little. The origin of the two seeds remained shrouded in mist.
Meng Chuan could not help wondering whether the two seeds were truly Immortal Emperor-level objects—or whether they had already surpassed even that.
Had they reached the mysterious, unfathomable realm of Sacrificial Dao?
Yet Meng Chuan could hardly believe his own guess.
Sacrificial Dao-level seeds were simply too incredible.
Were they something like the Pollen Path's Ancestral Seed?
But these two seeds were even more mysterious than the Pollen Path's Ancestral Seed!
"They're not normal seeds? What, could they sprout a Queen Mother of the West?" Chu Feng rubbed his chin.
When Meng Chuan said that Exotic Soil could not grow anything from these seeds, Chu Feng did not think his godfather was lying just to keep them.
Their relationship had not come to that.
"It's not impossible," Meng Chuan said, actually nodding in agreement.
Chu Feng laughed. He had said it offhandedly, never expecting Meng Chuan to agree.
How could a seed grow into a deity? His godfather must have worked too hard last night and muddled his head.
"Godfather, are you and my parents Evolutionaries too?" Chu Feng asked.
Meng Chuan nodded. "Yes. From now on, your whole family is made up of Evolutionaries."
"Uh..."