Ma Yuan stood dazed for a bit waiting for more, he had no idea what he was expecting, but his whole interaction with Song Chuanli felt surreal. When he came here he didn't know what to expect, well, he maybe did, he thought he would be under the guidance of some stern teacher being taught the basics of the nurture and care of a large number of spiritual plants and herbs ranging from the earth grade to the sky grade at most.
As someone who was a self-taught herbologist, all he knew came from the legacy he found, and while it was indeed valuable as it helped him become a top tier orange grade herbologist and self-taught at that, he was still cognizant of the fact that there was so much he didn't know. His skills may have reached that of a top tier orange grade herbologist but in terms of knowledge, he didn't feel like he was one.