Black Iron Ore Vein

After finishing doing these things, Shenlian YingYue grabbed a handful of normal herbal plant seeds and scattered them in the soil.

There were so many plant and flower seeds in her space that she already had numerous of them.

She looked at her masterpieces. As for whether these plants and flowers can survive here, let them resign themselves to their fate.

This is the habit of the herbal plant collectors in the secular world—collecting precious medicinal materials and throwing the seeds into the mountains and forests—that Shenlian YingYue has learned from the book.

Su LanFei looked at Shenlian YingYue with a complicated expression.

There should be numerous resources in this dense wild forest, but the range she can notice while walking this way is only a few feet in radius.

After a stick of incense, she received the news from the Spirit Bees.