In reality, there was no need to read it. Yu Qingzi already knew he had truly met a benefactor this time.
The reason was simple. Despite his limited knowledge, he happened to know of ink cloud grass. Of course, he had only ever heard the name. He didn't even know what it looked like, which was why he hadn't recognized the plant right in front of him earlier. Instead, he had foolishly focused all his attention on the three origin crystals, completely unaware that the inconspicuous dark green weed was the key to fixing his dantian.
