Zhang Ming laughed and dispensed with further pleasantries, getting straight to business. "You must be Your Excellency Flaming Sun. Hello. I assume you have something to discuss with me? Let me ask you outright: how are things with Zhong Shan? What do you intend to do about the Burial Realm's current situation?"
Jia Huangjin immediately flashed a shrewd merchant's smile. It seemed his old friend was still willing to show him some respect. "My old friend, that is precisely why we came."
"I'm sending you a recording now. Take a look first..."
"Mr. Zhong Shan has been born."
"Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he will reach the Burial Realm within two months."
A recording appeared on the screen. Beneath bright sunshine, on a lush green lawn, Spirit so dense it had almost liquefied refracted rainbows of seven colors.
Babbling streams and lakes clear to the bottom made it a scene worthy of a painting of paradise.
With just one glance, Zhang Ming knew this was a High-Grade Herb Garden built using Unique Technology.
The world really did have so many miraculous, unique idealist technologies.
Plants produced in a High-Grade Herb Garden grew stronger than they would under normal circumstances, and naturally, each year's harvest was all the more gratifying.
Stranger still, the time display beneath the video was racing forward.
One second in the real world corresponded to roughly a hundred thousand seconds in the video.
A tiny vine broke through the soil and rapidly grew around a trellis. The sight brimmed with such vitality that even a glance conveyed the satisfaction of a bountiful harvest.
In less than a minute, a small, humanoid gourd appeared on the vine.
Then, a few more minutes passed, and the little gourd split open, revealing a tiny person.
He looked around in a daze,