After breakfast, Bai Zhixin went to the kitchen, while Jiang Xiaobai went to the yard. Looking at the blooming violet, a hint of fondness flashed through his eyes.
He was very clear that the value of this violet was even higher than that of those superior spiritual herbs. Unfortunately, he could only look at it from a distance and could not pick it up.
"I don't know if this violet can be matured or not."
Looking at the violet, Jiang Xiaobai prayed in his heart that it would ripen as soon as possible.
"Whoosh!"
While he was thinking, a gust of wind blew and Jiang Xiaobai's clothes fluttered.
Jiang Xiaobai raised his head and saw a young man in green standing in front of him.
Squinting slightly, he looked at the young man in front of him and was confused. The young man was thin, and handsome, wearing green tight clothes and cotton shoes. His eyes were as deep as the sea, which was hard to understand. But Jiang Xiaobai didn't know him.
"Who are you? What can I do for you?"