Xia Xibei looked at him with pity, "If they are all gathered together, where is the space to bear fruits?"
The green crystal bamboo liked to gather together, feeling more secure, but when they felt safe enough, they didn't want to bear fruit.
When she saw this cluster of green crystal bamboo, Xia Xibei immediately knew the problem.
Undeterred, Qi Zhi'an ran his hand over the green crystal bamboo's surface and felt a rush of frantic and shocking emotions.
Don't separate! Don't bear fruit!
No separation! No fruit!
No, no, no!
Qi Zhi'an was almost dizzy from their cries and hurriedly withdrew his spiritual power without noticing that he had missed a sentence.
I don't like this sister anymore! She's too much!
He looked at Xia Xibei, the corners of his mouth pulled into a stiff smile.
"So… How do you want to separate them?"
He had originally planted these green crystal bamboo for the fruit.
