This remark slowly faded the joy from Master Pang and the others' faces.
Lady Xuanhua, however, touched her head, feeling something wasn't right—how come as they talked, it seemed like something significant had entered her own mind?
She glanced at Xiao Yuying, whose expression was even more complex. Suddenly, she understood the source of this odd sensation:
This secret technique, or say realization, had always been passed down verbally in the Xuanwei Realm, even to the extent that masters would not pass it down to disciples, nor fathers to sons, but now, these Jiushan people were as if accustomed to candidly sharing their insights.
Even she and Xiao Yuying, outsiders, couldn't help but immerse themselves in it, even wishing to contribute their strength.
The group arrived at the Medicine Garden, at the very center of which stood the Qingjing Bamboo.
The Qingjing Bamboo had just grown, only as wide as two fingers and as tall as a person, slender and small, swaying in the wind.
