At this moment, the Mingxin Tea Tree was just as before, with a large cluster of fresh, tender leaves concealing the vital spirit leaf within.
Clear spirit patterns coursed through it, emitting bursts of refreshing tea fragrance.
The rest of the tree, however, was somewhat bare, with only branches bearing a faint hint of green.
There were no new branches and no new buds had sprouted!
Lin Shiming stood before the tree, lost in thought for a long time.
A surge of sword intent naturally emanated from him but quickly disappeared without a trace.
Lin Shiming took another glance before he took out a small handful of fourth-rank spirit soil and placed it in front of the Mingxin Tea Tree.
"Work hard to recover, Lin isn't necessarily a good person, but a promise made is a promise kept!"
Lin Shiming spoke, not caring if the tree spirit of the Mingxin Tea could hear him or not.
It had saved Lin Xianzhi's life and had made their journey in the secret realm much smoother.