A Residual Root?
The term struck a chord with Lin Changheng, and his heart stirred slightly.
He then heard Elder Fang's request, "Alchemist Lin, you have been immersed in the Alchemy Dao for a long time and are naturally a master of pharmacology. Could you please help me take a look?"
"Very well."
Lin Changheng did not refuse. He raised an eyebrow slightly, gesturing for Elder Fang to open the wooden box. Only after confirming there were no hidden traps like weapons inside did he take it to examine.
Inside were indeed roots, and they were relatively well-preserved.
They were grayish-brown, about half a foot long and two fingers thick. Their surface was still coated with semi-damp Spirit Soil, looking as if they had been freshly dug up not long ago.
Even though only the roots remained, Lin Changheng could still keenly sense a trace of lingering Spiritual Qi from them.
'This thickness... a Tier Two Spirit Plant.'
Lin Changheng made an immediate judgment.
