"Alright, we've allocated almost everything."
Looking at the four baskets in front of them, Fiona felt rather miserable, "Grandfather said we could establish ourselves on Miracle Mainland, but look at us, what are we even doing?"
"Sorting mushrooms?"
"Mushroom-picking little girl, Sheila."
Fiona patted Sheila on the shoulder, "Congratulations, you've got yourself a new title."
"Get lost."
Sheila supported her forehead, really unable to figure out a way to deal with Fiona, the experienced one, "Brother Bai Luo has already begun cultivating magic potions. It will be our peak moment as witches once the first batch matures."
The Initial Sprout Holy Pouch might be a Lowest-Rank Miracle.
But through their research over this period, the witches have been observing the growth of the seeds very carefully.
And the result was delightful.
These seeds were extraordinary, their effects just as Bailuo and the old uncle had imagined.
Far beyond the native crops of Miracle Mainland.