Duan Rong may not know where the fear originated, but he has felt its reality and depth.
At that time, if his divine soul were slightly weaker, he might have been devoured by the endless darkness and sunk to the bottom of the abyss...
Stay away from the bottom of the abyss... Duan Rong secretly admonished himself.
After finishing an entire roast chicken, Duan Rong sat on a large bluestone and rested for a moment. Then he got up and fetched a bucket of clear water from the lake, which he carried to the herb garden he tended.
Looking at the chaotic herb garden before him, Duan Rong let out a slight sigh.
Profound Withered Vine likes sunlight, tolerates cold but not drafts.
Frosty Wormwood prefers shade, enjoying a damp environment.
Duan Rong only poured a small amount of water at the roots of the Profound Withered Vine.
But in areas dense with Frosty Wormwood, he watered thoroughly.
After watering, Duan Rong carefully inspected the growth of the herbs.
