Looking at the elder in front of him, a thought suddenly emerged in Bai Zhengxuan's mind.
If the Fusang Tree Leaves are given to Zhong Beihai, they will definitely maximize their value, not only enabling humans to resist the infection of the zombie virus.
It's possible they could also develop an antidote for the zombie virus, bringing the world back to peace.
Bai Zhengxuan instinctively glanced at Bai Xiqin.
Ultimately, this matter depends on his granddaughter's decision; caution is necessary.
His mind was incredibly clear, and he vividly remembered the way his granddaughter died in her past life.
The Fusang Tree Leaves must not be given away casually, or they would bring trouble to Xiao Niu.
Seeing Bai Zhengxuan looking at her, Bai Xiqin immediately understood his thoughts, and her eyes involuntarily turned to the elder in front.
Judging by his hair, his age was quite advanced, yet his back was straight, his stride vigorous, embodying righteousness.
