In the late afternoon, Tu Suxuan came to visit Xin Lin, and by the way, shared some news about the city with her.
As soon as he entered the small courtyard, he smelled a faint fresh scent of herbs and grass.
Xin Lin was holding a Rong Qiu.
The Rong Qiu was struggling desperately, with a few blades of grass in its mouth.
Tu Suxuan recognized the Rong Qiu, wasn't that the Spiritual Beast of his third sister, the Fire-breathing Beast!
"How many times have I told you, you can't eat this directly. I'm saving them to grow seeds. In a few days, there will be edible Spiritual Wisdom Grass."
Xin Lin, with a stern face, was scolding the Rong Qiu.
The Rong Qiu hung its head dejectedly, occasionally chirping as if it was defending itself.
"Whoa? Am I seeing things? These are not those Spiritual Wisdom Grass from the Kutuo River!"
Tu Suxuan was about to say something when he saw a patch of lush green in the distance.
He almost thought he was seeing things.
