Think of another way

An Xiuwen was depressed and ignored the others. He yawned and closed his eyes to rest.

"Old GE, I'll check your injuries." Ling Chuxi was not in a hurry to return to her room. The creation of a flying spiritual weapon was not as simple as the core formation. The entire blue cloud shuttle was made with great care. She could take this opportunity to study it and check on old GE's injuries.

"Alright, alright. Thank you, Alchemist master Ling." Old GE said with great joy.

"Just relax your mind and don't think about anything else." Ling Chuxi stretched out her finger and placed it on old GE's pulse, probing it with her divine sense.

Very quickly, Ling Chuxi found the location of the spirit root in the depths of old GE's Qi sea. A faint green light flickered in the depths of his Qi sea, like a sapling moving with the wind. It seemed that old GE's spiritual root was wood-type.