At the uppermost part of the pool, four entrances from the corridors converge here.
Below, emerald mist surged.
Zhao Qianqiu stood here at this moment, with four green leaves in front of her, the leaf veins like jade-carved channels, flowing with solidified green essence.
Every fifteen breaths, liquid flows down from above, and as it passes over the green leaves, Zhao Qianqiu holds the Profound Crystal Pestle, striking above the green leaves, and with each strike, the originally pure liquid turns green.
"Four green leaves of the Cloud Cauldron Mother Tree, the whole mother tree has lived for three thousand years, and only has thirty leaves. Looking at the entire Nine Kingdoms, no genius can have such an opportunity."
Zhao Qianqiu murmured, and she hadn't told Lin Chen one thing yet: these four leaves were also given by the Garden Master.
A single green leaf of the Mother Tree is enough for a lower-grade martial artist to break through to the first grade.
