"What nonsense are you talking about? What saplings? I don't know anything about that?"
Bai Xiqin lifted her foot and crushed the fallen leaves of the Fusang Tree.
The patterns of the Mandala Flower, along with the green vitality, turned into nourishment for this forest.
No trace of Fusang Tree leaves could be seen in the soil, but the vitality was so rich that it seemed a green plant would sprout right on the spot.
"Huh?"
Bai Xiqin's face bore an innocent expression, leaving the Water Python momentarily unresponsive.
Has the master lost her memory?
After throwing so many Fusang tree saplings into the sea, she claims to forget right away?
"You probably just dreamed it. We don't have any saplings, and none of those things in the sea were thrown by us! It's getting late; time to go back to sleep!"
Bai Xiqin yawned and glanced up at the moon.
The moon was exceedingly bright, its cool light casting down on the ground, touching her fair face.
