The other side of the river became even noisier as the grass babies shared their thoughts, but they quickly came to a consensus. They decided to send a ship to bring back the "Goddess of Fertility" to their camp for careful identification.
"Goddess of Fertility..." Yu Liang quietly muttered to himself and unexpectedly found the term quite fitting.
After all, that's what he was doing at the grass baby farm. Every suitable breeding season, he would take fertility substances to the third floor of Xu Cixi's house, turning the gold-brick land into a stimulating battlefield.
Calling him the Goddess of Fertility didn't seem inaccurate.
"Goddess of Fertility, pfft—" Li Huazhao couldn't help but laugh. "But you have no fertility substances now, how will you show these grass babies a miracle? Are you really going to use the 'impregnation' character charm?"
