Zhao Hai held the seed in his hand. He had a strong feeling that this seed was Wang youlun's weapon. That strange flower was a demonic plant. With that thought, Zhao Hai immediately kept the seed into his soul's space.
As soon as the seed entered Zhao Hai's soul, Zhao Hai's natural energy immediately wrapped around it. Then, the seed immediately landed in the forest in Zhao Hai's soul. It took root and bloomed. In the blink of an eye, it bloomed into a large flower. This flower looked exactly the same as the one Wang youlun had used.
Seeing this, Zhao Hai couldn't help but let out a long breath. This time, he had obtained another type of magical plant. This was definitely a good thing for him. Just this harvest alone made Zhao Hai very satisfied.
