C741 Undercurrent

As the leaves fell, Wang Shuo and the rest landed on the ground one after another. Looking at those leaves, it was no different from what they had seen in the past.

"This Qing Ling's divine language is truly amazing."

Wang Shuo felt a burst of envy. His grandmother, if he had the ability to farm, he could have harvested it several hundred times a year.

If he placed it anywhere