Baldy Qin reminded Yi Yun again not to undermine his cultivation for a pointless job. He really did not understand why Yi Yun loved picking herbs that much.
“Haha, come on!” The most excited person was Zhou Kui. “How about it? You must have gotten quite a lot from picking a month’s worth of herbs! I heard you even applied for seven days of continuous herb-picking. Why did you come back early?”
Zhou Kui smiled at Yi Yun. His arms were crossed across his chest and he casually leaned on a Primal Arrow. This Primal Arrow was one of the two he had inserted in.
He had inserted two Primal Arrows. One was firmly inserted into the purple tungsten wall, but the other was not as firm. The other end of the arrow’s shaft was slowly sagging downwards.
Even so, this was a result to be proud of. Zhou Kui was the only person among the hundred people who was able to insert a second Primal Arrow.
“Because of obtaining a pretty good harvest, I came back early.” Yi Yun said simply.
“Harvest? You got a plentiful harvest while picking herbs? Hehe.” Zhou Kui found it amusing. Could picking a few herbs be considered “pretty good”? What was there to be happy about?
“Yi Yun, you picked herbs for a month. So it’s not fair competing against you. But since it’s your choice, you can’t blame anyone else. Today, I’ll show you what a real harvest is!”
Zhou Kui shook his fists. In this past month, he had burst numerous blisters on his hands. His blood had been mixed with sweat. Holding the hot forging hammer through some cloth, the pain was excruciating. Despite it being memorable to Zhou Kui, it also made him surge with pride.