"What, you can save this Spirit Grass?" Pan Jing was stunned and looked at Lin Chen incredulously.
By now many people had gathered around the Spirit Grass; these were the senior members of the Pan family.
Hearing Lin Chen's words, all eyes fell upon him.
At this moment, Pan Li, the eldest young master of the Pan family, glanced at Lin Chen and said, "Kid, are you joking? If Mr. Anthony can't save the Spirit Grass, how can you?"
"Yes, I've heard that once Spirit Grass withers, it is very difficult to bring it back to life," another elder said.
Lin Chen indifferently replied, "Spirit Grass thrives in coldness, and although you have given it a cold environment, it cannot imitate the extreme chill of the high altitudes of Tianshan, so its withering is to be expected."