It didn't take a minute for the sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth buds to bloom. A few drops of sweat appeared on their foreheads, but it was worth it. Although the Martial Sect disciple was able to grow the plant with the overbearing Elemental Energy, from that point forward, it required finesse, not strength.
"You said eight buds were enough, right?"
Others might console themselves with these thoughts, but to the Heir, the thoughts swirling in their minds didn't matter. He spoke his word, and the plant in front of him opened eight buds, leaving the Plant Science students speechless.
There was no need for him to do anything more; he had proven the credibility of his word. Thinking that he could learn something new while coming to this class, Mel realized that he had made a mistake; he didn't need to stay here any longer.
"You just proved one thing, young man, and you still haven't demonstrated the transformative nature of Elemental Energy!"