"Mental!"
Jiang He cursed. He walked up to the graves where Dumbo and Trumbo were lying upon and snoring away. Unfortunately, there was no grass growing over the graves.
Casually grabbing a handful of blended qi pellets, Jiang He chewed slowly on them.
The days when he could not farm were such a bore.
"There might be a heritage site on Mount Dadong. Should I go there?"
Jiang He mused to himself for a long time, but eventually gave up on that idea.
Mount Dadong was too dangerous!
One must be practical in doing things!
Though he was confident that he could retreat unscathed from any rank-nine, he was not sure if he could survive a Feral King.
"I'm rank-seven advanced and there's a lot of room for improvement. If push comes to shove, I could wait until I reach rank-eight or nine." Jiang He said, leaving his farm while taking out more blended qi pellets.
Truly…
