"A withered seed?"
Wang Xingyang saw that inside the mysterious stone box, there was only this black seed that looked already dead, and he was stunned.
He originally thought there would be something good inside, but who knew it would just be this crappy thing.
Then, as he looked at the seed, he found it somewhat familiar, and a thoughtful expression appeared in his eyes.
Mu Jinyu didn't notice Wang Xingyang's change in expression. He gazed at the withered seed lying quietly in the stone box and sighed slightly, then began to carefully identify what kind of seed it was.
In the end, he felt that this seed somewhat resembled a lotus seed.
"Is it a lotus seed? It's a bit black; is it originally black, or did it turn this way after withering?"
Mu Jinyu was uncertain in his speculation and then reached out to lightly touch the black lotus seed in the stone box.
"Tap!"
