Faced with Qiao Jing's counter-question, George was momentarily silent.
Logically, if a stranger broke into the cultivation room, he should scold them and order them to leave immediately.
But with the girl in front of him intruding without permission, he didn't feel angry; instead, he felt a friendly and close connection to her.
Based on this inexplicable feeling, George nodded and said, "Yes, this was a plan I thought of last year, and then I started working on cultivation and grafting. It's somewhat successful, but I feel it's still not quite satisfactory."
Hearing this, Qiao Jing carefully observed the plant's roots, stems, and leaves, as well as the soil used for cultivation.
After a moment, she slowly, without haste, gave her judgment, "I think, perhaps it's because of this soil. This kind of soil might impede the growth of this plant."
George was instantly surprised upon hearing this.
The soil's the problem?
How come he never thought about it that way!
