Meanwhile, strands of spiritual mechanism escaped from the inner core, like a fine drizzle descending slowly.
Under the baptism of the misting rain, the three-leaf sapling that had initially grown from the Immortal Root now gently swayed.
Nourished by the drizzle, its original height of eight inches and three grew slowly upward.
As time passed breath by breath, the fourth green leaf slowly budded and sprouted.
After a long while.
On the nine-inch-tall sapling, the fourth tender leaf completely unfurled, swaying in the drizzle.
Upon seeing this scene, Jiang Ning felt a sudden sense of comfort throughout his body, an inexplicable joy in his heart.
"This must be a good thing!" he murmured to himself.
Then, the sapling stopped growing, and the light drizzle gradually ceased.
Having experienced this before, he immediately understood that the sapling had absorbed all the nutrients it could and could no longer grow.
