Yang Fei sat down heavily in the rattan chair, his face sour, and he let out a displeased snort.
"Not good."
Jianmu was puzzled: "Why isn't it good?"
Yang Fei said calmly: "You obviously can draw on the spiritual energy of the Nine Realms, the spiritual energy here should be more intense than in the outside world, but what I see is not like that."
After hearing this, Jianmu's aged face turned extremely bitter.
"Do you think I want this? Photosynthesis is the instinct of us plant beings, releasing nature's spiritual energy is my instinctive reaction."
"But, to prevent Yinxue Tower from being occupied by other sects, I have no choice but to suppress my instincts, which makes me feel uneasy all over."
Upon hearing this, Yang Fei immediately understood.
"You mean, if this place becomes a spirit vein, it will be forcibly occupied by other cultivation sects, right?"
Jianmu let out a long sigh.
