Living a life as carefree as a retired old man, it grew significantly larger due to the nourishment of the Space, its originally thin and fragile sapling form now as thick as a wrist.
Yet the Mosquito-eating Plant, absent for a long time, was still as dwarfed and even thinner than before.
Small Cedarwood couldn't help but sigh, silently connecting its roots to those of the Mosquito-eating Plant, then stealthily transmitting plant energy to it.
The Mosquito-eating Plant never expected the proud and taciturn fool to value comradery in battle, and was deeply moved.
Small Cedarwood's covert actions were no match for Bai Junjun's observant eyes.
Bai Junjun patted Small Cedarwood with emotion: "Good fellow, truly considerate."
"..." Small Cedarwood, hmph.
Watching the Mosquito-eating Plant gradually return to normal, Bai Junjun finally began communicating with it.
