Ning Zheng: "..."
If no one had mentioned it, he would never have dreamed of such an operation.
My Three Flowers, to plant your Spiritual Root on your head.
He felt a slight tingle on his scalp.
Fortunately, that Princess Xin'e made a casual joke, glanced at Ning Zheng's Spirit Grass, which was vibrant and beautiful, and then left accompanied by two maidservants.
Ning Zheng dared not do much more, continued to massively inhale and exhale Spiritual Qi, and then quietly returned.
Too terrifying.
The people of this era simply lack common sense, growing Three Flowers here, actually wanting it as a Spiritual Root to plant on their heads.
Rustle, rustle!
Swiftly descended back into the room.
Ning Zheng opened his eyes, felt his harvest of 20,000 Qi Fortune, and was very satisfied.
As long as he thoroughly digested this storage, his transparent Three Flowers could undergo a significant refining!
He began to ponder.
