After the Ghost-Wrapping Flower was planted, it was as if someone had cast an immobilizing spell on it. It did not die or grow.
Feng Yuncheng would visit the Ghost-Wrapping Flower every morning, but he would go with anticipation and return with regrets. Compared to him, Xiao Shu was very calm. Ever since he planted the Ghost-Wrapping Flower, he had never taken care of it.
He spent all his time mining with Yin Rong.
The Black Spirit Stone mine was very difficult to dig. They could at most dig out a palm-sized mine in a day.
Every night, everyone would be so tired that they could not lift a hammer. They would meditate and rest on the spot for a moment. When their bodies recovered some strength, they would continue mining.
Just like that, a month passed on and off. Their interspatial bag finally bulged a little, but it would still take a long time to fill it up.
