"This grass is called moon mimosa. It is drawn to negative qi and grows by absorbing moonlight. It is usually used to treat injuries to the soul..."
Tang Hao pointed at a pale-white grass and said.
After saying that, he turned around and looked at the wood elf. "That should be about it, right?"
The wood elf stood there in a daze.
After a long while, it came to its senses. In its shock, it had lost count of the number of plants Tang Hao had identified.
However, it was sure that Tang Hao had identified more than a hundred types. Perhaps it was closer to two or even three hundred.
"That's enough!" It hurriedly stopped Tang Hao, seeing that he was going to continue.
It could not accept the fact that Tang Hao had identified every herb there.
'Oh my god! This kid is not a prodigy; he's a freak! Could it be that he's actually sixty or seventy years old even though he looks young?'
