As time passed, the conflicts among the others escalated. It seemed like they would start fighting at any moment.
Jiang Hao sat in front of the spirit field and watched quietly. He didn't know whether the senior across from him really didn't take him seriously or was just annoyed by his calmness.
When the second month arrived, she watered the White Spirit Flower and approached his Bright Sun Grass.
If she strayed a bit further away, Jiang Hao wouldn't have minded.
However, the Bright Sun Grass was of the fire element. If she watered it any closer, it would affect the growth of his spirit herb.
"Senior Sister, I would be grateful if you could be careful with the water."
"It's just a little splash. It's fine," said Wan Xi. "Besides, the Bright Sun Grass isn't that delicate."