By the stream behind the attic, Ren Woxiao was still sitting there in a meditative pose.
His eyes were fixed on the flower buds of the Soul Healing Grass, with an expression of anticipation in his pupils.
Shi Xiaomeng walked to the entrance of the courtyard and also noticed Ren Woxiao not far away. She turned and walked around the courtyard to the streamside.
Ren Woxiao's meditative back had a sense of desolation.
Shi Xiaomeng seemed to sense this, and her once excited face turned slightly somber.
"Uncle Xiao, are you looking at this Zhu Ling Grass again? We didn't know each other before, and I thought it was just ordinary wild grass until you showed up here!"
Walking to Ren Woxiao's side, Shi Xiaomeng lowered her voice and said, "Can it really make Aunt Ren wake up?"
"Yes! It's called the Soul Healing Grass, and the young brother who came yesterday told me so. In another day or two, when the Soul Healing Grass fully blooms, it can be used! Your Aunt Ren will wake up!"
