Little Sprout, who was closest to Dongfang Minghui, benefited enormously. Both its buds were completely bathed in the dense spiritual energy, miraculously growing larger bit by bit. Its stem gradually thickened as well, transforming it into a big sprout. The Heavenly Sound Helmet rocked like a roly-poly toy, swaying back and forth yet remaining stubbornly upright, refusing to topple over with Little Sprout inside.
"Aha, I've grown!"
Pig Immortal Grass gave it a cursory glance, then continued lying on the ground, greedily absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy. The energy felt wonderfully comfortable. Even if it was of little practical use, it was still willing to indulge in a moment's pleasure.
Time flew in the dark world, yet to everyone there, their surroundings were utterly silent. Time stretched endlessly, as though it were passing excruciatingly slowly.
Qian Wanyu witnessed Little Sprout's transformation firsthand. Her eyes darkened, though her expression remained quite calm. Some things had exceeded her expectations. "Although the Longlife Tribe can understand the language of plants, they're still human when all is said and done. What did you mean by what you said earlier?"
Qing Mo stood up in the Soul Sea and looked down at the glowing green sphere below. Its light would flare from time to time, illuminating everything within fifty meters with perfect clarity. Even the sight of those spirit medicines prostrating themselves on the ground in submission was clearly visible to them.
"I've only occasionally read about the Longlife Tribe in books. I drew my conclusions by combining that with your Ninth Sister's previous behavior. But if you're looking to me for an answer about precisely what kind of race they are, you're clearly asking the wrong person."
Qian Wanyu was somewhat unwilling to accept that. Back at the Royal Academy, she had searched for