"It's frost damage, and quite severe frost damage at that. Can you imagine, right before harvest in the Spiritual Fruit Garden, a frost hits, and all the leaves start to look like they're scorched—then gradually turn yellow and wither away. When the sun comes out, a few days of baking turn the roots and leaves to mush—can you picture that?" Xiao Xian grinned, in high spirits, skillfully weaving the cattail in his hands.
"It sounds like... what you're describing wouldn't happen to be Xu Lan Ya's demonstration fields, right?" Zhang Yiyi covered her mouth as both she and Xiao Xian stared wide-eyed at each other and burst into laughter.
