Master Gua cherished the corn seeds, gazing at them as if looking at children and grandchildren he had raised.
Xu Qing reached into the clay urn, grabbing a handful of golden seeds, letting them fall back into the urn.
In the sunlight, the golden trail seemed like a treasure buried underground for millennia, reemerging into the mortal world.
Besides corn, Master Gua also brought many potatoes.
Though Da Yan already cultivated sweet potatoes, those were not suitable as staple food due to their eating characteristics, and could easily cause stomach discomfort and digestion problems.
But potatoes did not have these problems.
The Immortal Hall's immortals had never seen such things, and at this moment, small animals turned into human shapes gathered in a circle, stretching their necks to peek and tiptoeing to get a better look.