Even so, in the Space, mounds of rice and grains had piled up, and all those chicken eggs, white as snow, heaped in one place—you could jump in and not resurface.
Mo Yan watched until her eyes hurt, knowing she needed to find a way to get these things out quickly, as it wasn't a solution to just pile them up in the Space.
Next to the Spirit Spring Pond, the medicinal field had turned into a vast expanse of green. Seeing that many herbs had produced seeds, Mo Yan hurriedly began harvesting, planning to sow these seeds on the barren mountains later.
This delicate task was beyond Little Flower's capability. It frolicked to the side of Spirit Spring Pond, staring at the Lingzhi that grew bigger and emitted a stronger fragrance by the day, drooling with longing.
Now, the Lingzhi was no longer just a simple blood-red color; the purple at the very center, originally the size of a fingernail, had swelled to the size of an egg.
