It's quite tranquil on my side, especially the Spirit Garden behind the house; apart from this old man, no one visits it all year round.
So, are you satisfied now?"
There was a hint of provocation and mockery in his words.
After all, which hot-blooded sword cultivator is willing to farm?
He was here because of erysipelas, unable to advance further, so he degraded himself to cultivate the Profound Field, hoping to develop some pill recipes to give later generations a stronger chance and not end up suffering like him from erysipelas day and night.
However, Song Yan stomped his foot and said, "Yes, teacher."
Kuye Swordmaster felt inexplicably angry when he heard that Song Yan actually agreed, his beard trembling, pacing back and forth. Suddenly, he sniffed his nose as if he smelled something burning, only to find that the burnt smell was coming from the medicine cauldron.
