After Zhou Shengqing took up residence within the Soul Nourishing Wood, the potted plant lit up with a layer of lustrous sheen, as if it had been consecrated.
"The soil in this pot must be from the Yellow Springs, but to ensure that the Soul Nourishing Wood can level up, I think it's still better to find a place with heavy Yin energy to nurture it," Zhou Shengqing said.
Upon hearing Fu Zongjue's words, Chen Mobai reached out and pinched a bit of the dark yellow soil from the pot, and a cold Yin energy instantly shot through his fingertips, racing toward his whole body.
However, what Chen Mobai's Pure Yang Scroll feared the least were these things.
When the Yin energy encountered the Pure Yang Spiritual Power, it melted away like ice and snow, turning into a wisp of black smoke that seeped out from his fingertips.
"Lonely Spirit Ridge isn't bad."