There was no one here besides him. If there was anyone else, it could only be the Soaring Immortal Grass before him.
There was no doubt that the Soaring Immortal Grass understood human nature.
It was possible that he could now make some of his emotions known to Qingfeng.
Qingfeng knew that it was probably because the Soaring Immortal Fruit was growing increasingly ripe, and his spiritual awareness was growing stronger.
That was what had given him the ability to communicate with Qingfeng.
This communication was subtle, but at least it allowed Qingfeng to understand what the Soaring Immortal Grass meant. That was enough.
"What are you afraid of?" Qingfeng asked.
One of the Soaring Immortal Grass's leaves seemed to point toward the underground chamber.
Qingfeng glanced that way, his brow furrowing slightly.
The stone basin of milky liquid was there, the source of nourishment for the Soaring Immortal Grass's growth.
What was there that the Soaring Immortal Grass would fear?
Suddenly, Qingfeng's eyes flew wide as that scene surfaced in his mind.
"Are you afraid of the alchemy furnace?" Qingfeng asked.
Sure enough, once he asked, the Soaring Immortal Grass responded again. His entire stem and leaves began bobbing up and down, like a person nodding.
Qingfeng sensed his surroundings. The temperature was somewhat higher than before, and there was also the aura of the flame inside the alchemy furnace.
That flame's aura was probably what frightened the Soaring Immortal Fruit.
According to Senior Immortal Alchemist, he had taken away the Soaring Immortal Grass and the Soaring Immortal Fruit back then.
But he had left part of the root behind. As long as the root remained, the Soaring Immortal Grass and the Soaring Immortal Fruit could grow again.
This plant was clearly the result.
The Soaring Immortal Fruit possessed