"The Fusang Tree?"
Zhang Yiming looked at Bai Yifan, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
He had read the Classic of Mountains and Seas, where the Fusang Tree was the most magical divine tree in ancient myths and legends.
Had they encountered the legendary Fusang Tree?
"Maybe it was under the influence of the Fusang Tree that Brother Leng's scabs fell off so quickly!" Bai Yifan said earnestly, brainstorming, then curiously looked at Zhang Yiming, "Brother Zhang, didn't you know we went to the Fusang Tree today? Why does it seem like you don't remember at all?"
Zhang Yiming slightly lowered his eyes, looking at the food in his bowl, and spoke softly, "I was curious about the function of the Fusang Tree, I didn't expect it could affect the scabs on Leng Yebai's face."
"Oh."
Bai Yifan let out an "oh," tugging at his hair, still finding Brother Zhang's reaction odd.
It's as though the one he met at noon and now weren't the same Brother Zhang.
