Along the way, all the land that she saw was scorched black, unable to produce anything.
Thinking of the bountiful and luxuriant vegetables, melons, and fruits growing on Paradise Planet, Qiao Mu's expression involuntarily softened somewhat.
Nowadays, she basically didn't have to worry about the arrangements she made on Paradise Planet, as the sapling naturally took care of everything.
Ever since the sapling advanced to what it termed the mid-toddler stage, it was basically as easy as pie for it to take care of all the arrangements on Paradise Planet. It just needed to wave its hand to create a pile of industrious little treants that would plant and harvest vegetables for her.
Every time she saw seven to eight little treants charge at her and hang onto her like ornaments on a tree, she couldn't help but feel resigned.
Besides, it was precisely as the little water ball had said.
