After Xia Yan finished being questioned, it was as though everyone had forgotten about him.
His injuries were not serious. Strictly speaking, he had not been injured at all; that battle had simply drained him considerably.
But with his powers of recovery, even that expenditure amounted to very little. He had almost fully recovered that very night.
Yet he was still in the hospital, and his superiors showed no intention of letting him leave.
Xia Yan did not particularly mind, though. He had not been at full strength when he went on this mission, mainly because the sealing-type seed was simply too tempting.
Besides, low-level seeds grew very quickly. Even after Xia Yan had planted so many, they could still maintain that speed.
Xia Yan had planted a great many seeds when he was little. Back then, he had not thought much about it and had planted nothing but basic attribute seeds.
Interestingly enough, these basic attribute seeds had no distinction between high and low levels, unlike chakra levels and elemental attributes.
He still remembered his boldest attempt, when he had planted eight seeds at once.
That time, he had chosen four reaction speed seeds, two speed seeds, and two strength seeds.
Those eight seeds had made Xia Yan obediently wait for over a year, nearly two, before they finally bore fruit for him to harvest.
Of course, he had not had much chakra himself back then, and the amount he could draw on had been pitifully small.
It was hardly surprising that they had taken so long to grow. He had brought it on himself and had no one else to blame.
Now, however, Xia Yan was relatively restrained. His body had grown with time, and although the chakra he could draw on was scarce, his situation was no