The people at the southern pavilion fell silent.
The younger disciples had less experience and merely found this fresh and exciting. They thought that anyone with a profound cultivation base could achieve this.
On the contrary, the three elders of the Old Age Pavilion looked at the growing plants that sprouted leaves and flowers in confusion and awe.
The Buddhist Merciful Ark of Salvation, the Bright Mirror, the Buddha's Shine, or the Daoist Forgetful Maintenance could not have made a plant grow leaves and flowers this quickly. The plants were growing too fast. It was as though they were witnessing a blooming Queen of the Night cactus.
At this moment, everyone turned to look at the room where Yong Ning was staying in. They felt a gentle life force washed over them like a tidal wave. It was as refreshing as a spring breeze.
