The two of them sped eastward once more.
"Seventh Sister, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with this helmet?" Dongfang Minghui asked softly when she saw the almost-smile on her face. Her heart fluttered with unease. Watching Seventh Sister examine the helmet again and again, she wondered whether she had picked up something she shouldn't have.
"This helmet is quite... sturdy."
Qian Wanyu teased her, nodding appreciatively as her fingers stroked the helmet's exquisite patterns. She endured Qing Mo's furious tantrum in her Soul Sea. To reduce a grandmaster to such a state... she couldn't help smiling, looking thoroughly delighted.
Dongfang Minghui had no idea Qing Mo was cursing her in Seventh Sister's Soul Sea. Hearing such praise for Little Bean Sprout's pot, she gave the helmet a boastful pat. It rang out loudly, as though responding to her pride. "Seventh Sister, this is Little Bean Sprout. It'll definitely become a Ghost-Face Tree Spirit someday."
Qian Wanyu patted the helmet too, though much more gently. Probably only Ninth Sister would use the golden armor helmet, ranked third in the weapons register, as a flowerpot. "It certainly will."
Dongfang Minghui was quite pleased with her handiwork. Ever since gaining this special advantage, she had become particularly fond of growing all sorts of spirit medicines. Raising something like Little Bean Sprout from seed was a first for her. Naturally, she had to do her best to nurture what she had planted herself. However poorly it turned out, it would still be the best in her eyes.
"Hmm?"
Qian Wanyu looked at her in puzzlement. Still holding Little Bean Sprout, she suddenly stopped and approached a large tree, tilting her head to listen.
"Tree, what do you want to say?"
"Danger... ahead..."
All the plants in the woods were passing this message among