When she saw that she had dug up the plant and transplanted it with the soil into space, she was a little surprised: “Won’t the plant die?” In general, space was only used for storing dead things, spirit herbs were no exception. Even if she moved the soil into space, she was afraid that the plant still wouldn’t survive.

  “No.” Feng Jiu smiled and handed the shovel back to her. She said: “We will be leaving tomorrow. We won’t bid your father goodbye, and if he asks, tell him that I dug up the spirit herb!”
“Alright.” Duan Yingying nodded, though she couldn’t bear the parting in her heart: “Will you come back again in the future?”
Feng Jiu smiled and shook her head: “I don’t think so. The place I need to go to isn’t around here. Didn’t I give you two books? Remember to practice hard, once you have the ability, it will be advantageous for you.”
“I understand. Thank you very much Feng Jiu.” She held her hand as she spoke, knowing that from tomorrow onwards, she would never see her again.