Lear looked at the Venus Flytrap swaying in the mud, feeling quite pleased.
These life forms are indeed worthy creations of the Swamp God, they are perfectly to his taste.
"Carefully cultivate these Venus Flytraps. Increase their scale as soon as possible. They will generate immeasurable value for us in the future."
Grandmother Green Grass felt his seriousness, and her expression became solemn too.
"As you wish, Father God."
Fighting wasn't their forte, but they prided themselves on being unmatched in cultivating plants.
As Lear spoke, he took Grandmother Green Grass to the fish farm to have a look at the Fish Tail Grass used to feed the Dragon Blood Fish.
After observing for a moment, the leading Grandmother Green Grass stood up and spoke.
"Father God, these Fish Tail Grass can only be cultivated to become a 1 Star Magic Plant at most."
"If they're used as food for the fish, the significance of Spiritual Pointing is not very substantial..."
Lear was somewhat surprised.
