This thought left him momentarily unsure of how to face Song Changsheng.
"A seven-inch Fire Spirit Root, a five-inch Wood Spirit Root, and a three-inch Water Spirit Root."
Just then, Song Changkang's slightly joyful voice snapped Song Qingxing out of his wandering thoughts. He glanced over and saw a timid little girl, staring blankly at the light flaring up from the testing platform, looking a bit lost.
Just then, Song Qingxi came to her side, offering a bright smile. "Congratulations, you have Three Spirit Roots. Come wait over here."
The little girl let her lead her by the hand to a corner where a young boy was already waiting.
"Three Spirit Roots. Acceptable." Song Qingxing nodded slightly.
Not everyone was as lucky as Song Changsheng, who had discovered an Abnormal Spirit Root on his first trip down the mountain for testing. Most of the time, Three Spirit Roots was already quite good.
