Morning at Wangyue Lake.
It felt like an earthly paradise, isolated from the world, shrouded in a dreamlike mist.
The gentle morning glow fell upon the island, like a transparent curtain floating under the sky.
Qin Ming naturally awoke to the sound of birdsong, stepped out of his cave mansion, and took a deep breath of the fresh lake breeze.
Since his cultivation progress had increased.
He could clearly perceive the state of every plant and tree here.
It would greatly aid his future Spirit Plant cultivation as well.
And he was quite pleased with himself due to his recent cultivation breakthrough.
So, he released a hive of Four-winged Frost Bees from his Spirit Beast bag.
He hung it upon the Longevity Vine.
In an instant.
Countless Spirit Bees swarmed out of the hive, rushing to the dozens of gray skull flowers, beginning their diligent work, gathering nectar and pollinating.
