Chapter 565 Dream

Ever since Glenn injected the nitrogen-fixing bacteria cocktail into the White Dragon Whiskers' roots, everyone had been waiting with bated breath to see whether their answers would come to fruition. Meanwhile, Glenn spent all his days in the private laboratory Xanthe had prepared. He would sit on the chair, idly flicking through thesis papers while he waited patiently. The days seemed to blend into a heady mix of dull anticipation and disappointment. There seemed to be no end to his plight, and there was only one place he could flee from the increasing stress—his dreams.