Qingfeng sensed the message his companion conveyed: he was about to ripen, probably within ten days.
This came as something of a surprise to Qingfeng.
His companion had sent him a message some time ago, and it had not been anywhere near this soon.
Now that it had suddenly moved so much earlier, he was delighted.
But alongside his delight came worry: how were the two of them going to get out?
Clearly, people had long since been waiting outside.
Their target was his companion.
Qingfeng did not know what kind of rare flower or exotic fruit his companion was, but his miraculous effects had considerably improved the strength of even someone like him, who hardly practiced martial arts.
Moreover, Qingfeng felt that the improvement in his internal power was secondary. The real improvement was the strengthening of the life force within him, which filled his entire body with vitality.
After Qingfeng communicated his worries to his companion, his companion shared those concerns.
But they could think of no better solution.
"It's all up to me now," Qingfeng said. "I'll do everything I can to take you out of here."
Qingfeng knew perfectly well what would happen if his companion fell into those people's hands. He would certainly be refined into pills.
If these were rare flowers or exotic fruits without consciousness, that would be another matter.
But the plant before him was already his friend.
Qingfeng did not practice any further over the next few days.
He sat cross-legged nearby, observing the changes in his companion.
The fruit looked a brilliant red, its color growing ever more enticing.
An alluring fragrance began to waft out continuously.
Yet this fragrance seemed to possess consciousness, with most of it gathering around Qingfeng.
Qingfeng knew his companion was controlling it.
This fragrance