The King of Medicine wanted to cry. Having lived for hundreds of years, it had never felt such despair. Why did nobody want it? What was wrong with The King of Medicine? It had spiritual intelligence, knew how to cultivate, and could even evolve. A single leaf was more useful than a high-grade Spirit Pill, and if it bore fruit, it would compare to a ninth-grade Spirit Pill! Bringing the dead back to life and regrowing flesh on bare bones—wasn't that just a matter of moments? Yet now, everyone disliked it and wanted to toss it to this terrible young girl. SOB SOB! Don't be like this.
"You?" Zi Ji hesitated but still took it.
It was merely an inch tall, with only two branches and about ten tiny leaves, but it was a deep verdant green, brimming with life. Holding it in her hand felt like grasping the very source of life.
Zi Ji blinked and was about to swallow it whole…
The bystanders exclaimed, "Don't!"
She asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"
