Mingyuan Sacred Land, atop Jiuzhi Mountain.
Chen Mozi, dressed as an old farmer, was bent over in the herb garden, carefully observing a stalk of Lingzhi.
The bamboo hat on his head effectively concealed his breath, and the high-order Lingzhi that was about to become spiritually aware did not repel him; instead, it swayed its branches and leaves toward him.
Outside the mountain, there was a sudden rush of hot air.
Chen Mozi raised his head and glanced into the distance.
"Xinyi Sheng, since you've come, why hide and peep?"
A figure slowly appeared, standing at a distance, not coming closer.
"Old friend, isn't it because I feared disturbing your young Zouma Ganoderma?"
Chen Mozi's expression remained calm. The other person's heat from Fire Type Kung Fu was indeed so intense that coming closer would truly affect the not yet mature Zouma Ganoderma.
He poured two drops of green liquid onto the Lingzhi, then straightened up, left the garden, and walked outside the mountain.
