"Hey, Brother Meng, do you think anyone else will come later?"
"Our five Centennial Gentian plants have already attracted quite a few people."
In the depths of the dense forest, beside a small river, two middle-aged men in black robes sat around a bonfire. One held two Spirit Stones for cultivation, while the other poked at the fire with a stick.
After absorbing the two Spirit Stones in his hand, Meng Zhe exhaled a breath of stale air.
"Someone will definitely come."
He lowered his head and glanced at his boots, sneering, "That Female Cultivator who left the daughter and mother incense on me hasn't come yet."
Huang Sanshui nodded, "That Female Cultivator is quite attractive too; remember to save her, a fine furnace shouldn't be wasted."
"It's no use telling me, you have to tell the big brother and second brother."
Meng Zhe couldn't help but laugh after speaking, secretly thinking, the Magic Technique he thought of is really brilliant.
The four of us joined forces.
