The warriors wrapped up their unfinished meal and were embarrassed, “Yeah, we’re done. We’re done.”
Mo Yanyu went up to the old man and showed an unwillingly smile, “Master Karu, have you finished your meal?”
The old man nodded coldly and murmured, “Miss Mo, it will still take 3 months to get to the Merchant Union. However, we have only 16 medicine slaves left. I’m afraid we won’t make it...”
“Do not worry, Master Karu. We will catch more medicine slaves for you.” Mo Yanyu threw Shi Yan onto the ground and laughed, “Look, a new slave!”
“Hmm.” Karu nodded as he examined Shi Yan with his evil eyes. “Too skinny! He won’t even survive a week!” He frowned.