"Found it? So soon?" Liang Qu closed the book.
"Of course it has to be fast, and it must be fast! Liang has only been cultivating for about eleven or twelve years, how dare I be negligent in this matter. In half a year, there should be results, quickly, quickly, what are they waiting for outside, hurry and bring the items in, let King Huai feast his eyes!"
The end of November approaching December was very cold in the Hanging Temple, with a layer of snow covering the courtyard.
Lu Jia exhaled warm mist, raised his hand to greet, and behind him, the guards, in pairs, stepped over the threshold, gently placing one after another of impressively sized seeds and saplings onto the plum blossom patterned desk, the rich vitality surging, each extraordinary.
Liang Qu walked to a bright green seed.
He patted it.
The seed made a thudding sound like a watermelon.
