"No, I need to think of another way!"
"It seems I can only make a move on the spirit field. No matter how secluded that kid is."
"He cannot possibly ignore his spirit field, right?"
Chen Ziang thought of this and had an idea in his mind.
He quickly left.
Spring in March.
The warm wind was blowing, the sun was shining brightly, another beautiful day.
Qin Ming shouldered his spiritual hoe and headed out.
These days, he had been in seclusion practicing diligently, having no time to tend to his spirit field.
A cup of tea later.
Qin Ming arrived at his spirit field.
In the three acres of golden spirit rice spirit field, sprouts were already emerging.
Two golden entries caught his eye.
[Name]: Golden Spirit Rice [Entry]: Weak Dharma Power (Maturity 2%)
[Name]: Golden Spirit Rice [Entry]: Quality Enhancement (Maturity 3%)
He walked over to the two acres of herb field.
