Old Huang stood by his own Spirit Field, gazing at the rice that sparkled like jade, feeling exceptionally gratified.
This acre of Spirit Field, cultivated to Tier One, took a considerable amount of his effort and has brought him substantial rewards.
Alas, in over a year's time, he would have to leave the Sect, and the Spirit Field could not be passed on to his grandson.
Thinking of this, Old Huang let out a soft sigh, and his good mood diminished significantly.
"Senior Brother's Jade Corn, another bountiful harvest."
Ji An came over and stood beside Old Huang.
He immediately felt the difference of a Tier One Spirit Field; the abundant Spiritual Qi mixed with the fresh scent of the Jade Corn invigorated the spirit.
"Haha, cultivating this Entry Level Spirit Field is the only thing worth praising in all these years."
"Senior Brother, you've cultivated so many Spirit Fields; aside from paying the Sect's land rent and taxes, to whom do you sell the remaining Spirit Grain?"
