Ye Qianning was also puzzled. What exactly was the connection between Sang Zhi and her space? Helping others only gathered a tiny amount of blessings, but when Sang Zhi was involved, it was an absolute jackpot.
For the past few days, she had been frequently hit with fatigue and dizziness. But now? Forget fatigue—she felt energetic enough to stay up for three days and three nights straight.
When the space was well-nourished, her body was healthy.
'Sang Zhi is my personal blessing jar. I have to hold on to him tightly, no matter what.'
Ye Qianning planted the seeds from the atlas, adding some more tea plants as well. After all, besides the ginseng and fo-ti, everything else could be harvested daily.
The space itself seemed different from her first visit. Beyond the cultivated land and the Spiritual Spring, it was still an endless expanse of white, but the barrier that once blocked her path was gone, allowing her to roam freely.
