Zuo Shuming had not thought that everything would be just as Lonemoon said. Even though he went up to confront the sect members, he did not manage to achieve anything. Instead, he got chased right out. Faintly, he felt as though even the outer sect masters were unsure who gave such orders to him.
He became more and more dejected. Reluctantly, he returned to the spirit field. He had no other choice. Yet, a place like that was not fit to be called a spirit field. How would it produce spirit herbs? Even if he tried to plant normal crops there, they probably wouldn't grow.
