The young woman, whose name was Chen Ling, seemed nervous when she heard what Bai Yunlai said. With an anxious, earnest expression, she examined the jade slip. Perhaps her latent talent was average. After looking at it for the space of about ten breaths, she reached out her hand, which began to glow with a purple light…
Bai Yunlai’s eyes began to glow.
“Not bad, Junior Sister Chen! Okay, take out a medicinal plant seed.”