"Master, this Crimson Blood Fruit tree has condensed a tree soul by absorbing the essence of heaven and earth." The Ancient Spirit Deer knew a thing or two about such plant-based spirit entities. "We can transplant the tree soul into the space, and then we won't even need to come back here to pick Crimson Blood Fruits."
"Even if we wanted to come, that wouldn't be for another three hundred years," Jieli couldn't help chiming in. "This Crimson Blood Fruit tree takes a hundred years to blossom, a hundred years to bear fruit, and a hundred years to ripen. It takes way too long."
"Indeed, so if we move the tree soul into the space for cultivation, the time flow inside is different, and we won't have to wait that long." The Ancient Spirit Deer also felt that its master's luck was simply too good.
Chapter 881