One breath,
Two breaths,
...
Seven or eight breaths had passed, and the Spiritual Peach Tree Branch and the stake seemed as calm as before, showing no signs of anything out of the ordinary.
Seeing this, Zhao Jijian grew anxious and couldn't help but ask, "Chonghe, has it failed?"
To coordinate with this whimsical experiment, the Zhao family had already paid a considerable price.
Not to mention the Purple Mist Jade Dew, just the three fallen green peaches, which could be exchanged for ten thousand Spirit Stones each once they matured.
"Don't rush, wait a bit longer."
No sooner had Zhao Sheng finished speaking,
Suddenly,
The ground trembled, and a humming sound seemed to emanate from beneath the earth.
At that moment, one could see the Purple Mist Jade Dew at the crack of the stump sinking rapidly as if there was an invisible large mouth swallowing it voraciously.
"It worked!"
Zhao Sheng shouted in surprise.