If we could bring back a few hundred Mist Butterflies, would there even be a worry about wood?
After watching the Mist Butterflies flutter up and down for a while, Han Qiwu withdrew his gaze and turned to look at other parts of the yard, hoping for a little surprise.
Just as he was looking, Han Qiwu suddenly noticed a glimmer of light slowly forming in a corner of the yard.
The light took shape quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it began to ripple gently around the Giant Willowleaf Sundew.
"The Giant Willowleaf Sundew has matured?"
Han Qiwu quickly ran over. The ancient plant had been growing in the yard for some time now. Since it had remained quiet, Han Qiwu hadn't paid much attention to it.
