Demoness: Every Word Makes Sense

In the shabby pavilion of the Spirit Herbal Garden, Duanmu Yan was in a daze.

She looked at Jiang Hao. "How did you do it, Junior Brother Jiang?"

Jiang Hao lowered his head and didn't answer.

"Sorry. I'm in a hurry, so I'll check the rest." Duanmu Yan did not ask him any more questions.

She just checked the spirit herbs.

At first, she didn't believe it. She thought some of the seeds would be definitely damaged.

It wasn't until she was done with the checkup that she realized that she had underestimated him.

The herbs weren't just undamaged, but they were also of superior quality compared to the ones she had spent so much effort to grow. It had taken half the time than the ones she had grown.

It meant that the person who had planted them was amazing at his work.

This person knew much more about spirit herbs than anyone in the sect.

It was far beyond her understanding.