Zhao Tiezhu’s heart jumped. It was finally beginning. It was supposed to be a couple days later. “About the herbs…”
“Keep picking!” Lian Chengyu’s voice was indifferent. The Lian Clan Herb Mountain was the most valuable possession of the Lian tribal clan, and the picking of herbs was always regulated to prevent over-harvesting.
But now, Lian Chengyu was prepared to leave the Lian tribal clan in a few months. The Lian Clan Herb Mountain was no longer of value to him, so he was willing to squeeze everything from it.
Being stifled by the bottleneck, the herbs did little for him, but it was better than nothing.
As for the desolate bones…now was the time for the desolate bones to aid him in breaking through the bottleneck…