Fang Qingyuan didn't believe in coincidences. He believed that behind every coincidence lay an unknown cause.
Two infants, two Metal Spirit Roots—the odds were simply too low. Such cases might exist elsewhere, but for it to happen right before his own eyes, Fang Qingyuan refused to believe it. 'There must be something else I'm missing.'
Fang Qingyuan first asked Qu Wei if anything unusual had happened in the past year. Qu Wei shook his head, saying he didn't know. He had barely even left the Tea Garden's gates all year.
Hearing this, Fang Qingyuan provisionally ruled out external factors. The greatest anomaly was now the Tea Garden itself.
Every year at the Qingfeng Tea Garden, across its ten acres of tea trees, each plant had a chance of producing Gold Attribute Spiritual Materials around the time of the Qingming Festival.
