The morning sun had just begun to rise.
Wang Xiu exited the closed-door cultivation chamber, comfortably exhaling a breath of stale air. He glanced at the pond in the courtyard. The lotus seeds had already sprouted and were growing quite well, which proved his guess was completely correct. As long as water from the Yellow Springs was present, the Nourishing Soul Lotus would thrive anywhere.
He counted the days. There should be more than a dozen new mature lotuses on Mingyue Mountain. I'll have to find time to harvest them. After all, a single Nourishing Soul Lotus was worth at least three thousand Spirit Stones, and it would be a huge loss if they withered after the flowering season.
BUZZ...
While Wang Xiu was making his plans, the Communication Token at his waist began to vibrate. It was Xiao Qingyu.
Wang Xiu formed a hand seal, and Xiao Qingyu's cold, beautiful face appeared before him.
