Before dinner started, Xiang Bo had already left, and he arranged a small courtyard for Wang Tao and his companions. This courtyard was made up of mutated grass, including its walls, tables, chairs, benches, and beds—all were mutated grass.
Especially since these grasses were still slightly wriggling, which made Ding Yuqin and the others, who were encountering these for the first time, somewhat uncomfortable. However, the air here was fresh with a very pleasant fragrance that calmed one's mood unconsciously.
Wang Tao glanced at everyone's HP bars, none of which displayed any negative status, and he immediately felt relieved.
He tried to communicate with these mutated plants using his spiritual power, and as before, there was no way to communicate with them.
Wang Tao laughed and shook his head.
"These mutated plants are quite interesting. I wonder how they're controlled..."
