Even though the naive disciple didn't know he was being led into a trap, he still did his best to argue the case.
Feng Jiu had just now dug up the spirit herb, stored it in the space, and started aiming at two other spirit herbs. "These two are excellent, too."
"Predecessor…" Uncertain of what to do, the disciple's cheeks flushed with anxiety like an ant on a stovetop.
"Don't worry, I'll leave once I've dug up two more plants." Feng Jiu said without looking up. After unearthing the two spirit herbs, she dusted off her hands with contentment, brushed the dirt from her clothes, and got up.
"Fine, fine. I'll stop digging so you don't cry later." Feng Jiu gave the disciple a smile and a pat on the shoulder.
"Predecessor…you have taken the three oldest spirit herbs here. How should Disciple explain it if the Venerable comes?" The disciple asked with his eyes reddened and his face contorted in worry.
