During the night, the moon was clear and stars were sparse, and in the plantation, only the wind could be heard.
Han Fei was still struggling to control the spiritual energy in his body, but he gradually mastered the new skills. Now he could succeed five or six times out of ten attempts and his speed was much faster than the first time.
The old man could see that this lad was so immersed in building his skills that he was completely free from outside interference. He was simply a born spirit gatherer.
"Are you sure you want him to manage such a large plantation by himself?"
If Han Fei was sober at the time, he would have found a person he knew very well standing next to the old man, Jiang Qin, the registrar from the port.
The old man said, "He asked for it. I didn't ask him to come."
Jiang Qin questioned further, "Perhaps he has a certain talent for spirit gathering, but does he have a talent for alchemy?"
