Another fifty... made.
Feeling satisfied, Zhou Changwang smoothly collected all the Spirit Seeds from this batch.
He had no intention of planting Spirit Gathering Grass anymore.
The conflict between the Bai and Chen families grew increasingly intense over time.
From what he knew, whenever they met outside the marketplace, conflict was inevitable, leading to fights and occasionally casualties.
It wouldn't be long before it spread into the marketplace.
The two families were like a powder keg, waiting for a spark to explode.
He had been racing against time to cultivate the Spirit Gathering Grass before the spark, and now that he succeeded, he naturally wanted to avoid another round of risk.
"It's just a pity that the Red Leaf Spirit Tea Tree is fixed at seventy-eight years of age.
It can't be nurtured to a century before the trade."
