Wang Mao saw that Mu Jinyu had stopped, his murderous intent subsiding, and he immediately heaved a sigh of relief. Then he nervously explained, "It's a seed. I'm not sure what kind of seed, but when I hold it in my hand for cultivation, I can draw quite a bit of Spiritual Energy from it…"
"Oh?" Mu Jinyu raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, showing a slight interest. He asked, "If you think this seed is extraordinary, why don't you plant it instead of absorbing its Spiritual Energy?"
Wang Mao laughed awkwardly and explained, "I have tried to plant it, but whether I bury it in soil or soak it in water, it will not sprout. In the end, I thought it might be a dead seed, so I just…"
"Alright." Mu Jinyu understood what Wang Mao meant, nodded slightly, and said, "Do you have that seed on you? If you do, take it out and show it to me."
