As for what to refine this Shi Tou into, that was another matter altogether. Besides, since he didn't even know the specifics of this Shi Tou, Yang Fan wasn't sure if he was even qualified to refine it.
Fortunately, Yang Fan had already been mentally prepared. After a round of research, he still couldn't figure out anything concrete. There was nothing he could do, so he could only temporarily give up.
At this moment, it had already been almost half a day since Ling'er and the little brat left this magma space.
Because he was curious what the two were doing, Yang Fan stepped into the Medicine Garden Space, and just happened to see Ling'er and the little brat sitting in front of that huge pile of Yin Ice Cold Grass, chatting and laughing as they wove something.
When Yang Fan walked closer, he finally saw clearly that Ling'er was telling the little brat to weave wreaths, the kind you wear on your head—except there were no flowers.
