"Uncle Yun, which of the medicinal herbs in this garden are ones we cannot touch?"

Yunpu glanced at her and said strangely, "These herbs all belong to the Divine Lord; none of them can be touched."

Shi Lan immediately slumped her shoulders, frowned, and squatted down on the ground with a sigh.

Seeing her like this, Yunpu recalled how Haoze had come over yesterday with a cold face, solemnly preparing the "medicine," and then extremely disdainfully making him decoct it.

Although Haoze tried his best to show his annoyance, Yunpu thought that if he was really annoyed, he might as well pretend he didn't know anything, why bother with all that trouble?

"Whichever one you want, as long as it's not too important, I'll cut off a small sprout. As long as the number of plants isn't reduced, it's fine."

Shi Lan's eyes lit up, and she jumped up from the ground. "Really?"

Yunpu nodded.

"Thank you, Uncle Yun," Shi Lan said, pointing to the bamboo in the distance that had turned blackish-purple and was covered by a multicolored light barrier. "I want that one."

Yunpu looked over and almost fainted from fright.

"Grandma, do you know what that is?"

Shi Lan nodded; otherwise, she wouldn't have wanted it.

"It's thunder bamboo."

Yunpu glared at her, "You knew that and you still dared to ask for it? Do you know how valuable this bamboo is?"

Shi Lan shook her head. All she knew was that the bamboo could ward off lightning and alleviate the effects of resisting heavenly tribulations.

Yunpu seemed to have nothing to say, so he simply flicked his sleeves and left.

Shi Lan blinked, staring at his back, wondering whether he meant he would give it to her or not.