One person taking a risk in exchange for a way for everyone to survive-it sounded terribly unfair.
Just when everyone thought Cheng Cheng would at least ask what he had to do,
he waved a hand and readily agreed.
Zeng Deming had originally planned to scare him with how dangerous losing mental value could be.
After hearing, "Can't help it. I'm just that cool," he nearly failed to keep a straight face.
"Good... Now I'll tell you how to restore your mental value."
Everyone's eyes widened.
Under their anxious gazes, Zeng Deming took a large cloth bundle out of the pocket of his patched coat.
"What's in there?" Xuanxuan asked.
"Seeds."
Zeng Deming beckoned for them to line up and collect their share.
When Lu Mi's turn came, he had a small measuring cup ready.
Zeng Deming poured some black, inverted egg-shaped seeds into it, then his aged, cracked hand suddenly stopped.
Standing on the steps, he slowly raised his eyes and stared at Lu Mi. "You're... no ordinary person either."
Lu Mi hadn't expected the old man to come after him too. He frantically signaled with his eyes: Don't blow my cover! Don't!
Zeng Deming had leverage over him now: he could keep quiet, on one condition.
He bent down and spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear. "The day after tomorrow, come to my house with that Taoist priest."
His foul, stale breath successfully drove Lu Mi back.
"Twenty seeds each. Plant them around your Companion Stone Houses."
"After about twenty-four hours, you'll be able to harvest mental value."
"As for what will grow and how much mental value it will produce, you'll find out when the time comes."
Just then, the golden bell rang nine times.
Seeing that it was still early, Lu