After dealing with these two fellows, Chen Yang turned around and walked to the edge of the herbal field to inspect its condition.
As he approached, Chen Yang was genuinely surprised to find that the herbs in the field appeared to be growing in a rather miraculous way.
Logically speaking, herbs transplanted from the mountains to the home garden should go through a period of wilting and struggle—surviving alone would be a blessing from the gods.
But these herbs hadn't shown any signs of wilting. They were thriving, lush and verdant, even healthier than those that grew naturally in the mountains.
"How odd… How could this happen? Could it be because of the magical ginseng?"
Chen Yang couldn't make sense of it, so he could only attribute it to the magical ginseng.
Otherwise, based on normal plant growth patterns, these herbs absolutely shouldn't be growing this well.
Although Chen Yang felt this way, he wasn't entirely certain.
