"Ancestor master, look, Meng Yu's territory isn't bad, right?"
A tall and a short figure arrived at Meng Yu's territory.
The taller female, with a sallow complexion, carried an exceedingly large iron sword on her back. She was Su Qingqing, her gentle and beautiful features hidden behind a human skin mask, and this immense iron sword lessened the troubles the two single women encountered during their travels.
The shorter girl was carefully examining the surrounding scenery, especially some seeds collected from the ground.
She looked carefully, her expression one of confusion and incomprehension.
"This shouldn't be, these seeds, these plants, they've all been improved. How could such a huge change happen in just about ten years? How did Meng Yu cultivate them?"
The petite girl, with her face veiled, was now very curious about how Meng Yu had acquired these seeds.
