"Grand-master Jiang He!"
At ten in the evening, a resounding voice pierced the nighttime silence of Jinyintan Village.
Stepping out of his farm, Jiang He turned towards the gates, unexpectedly finding Cheng Dongfeng and exclaiming in surprise, "What's wrong, great-grandson?'
After all, Cheng Dongfeng was panting heavily right then and sweating buckets—even his True Qi and physique was raging.
He handed Jiang He the metal chest and sandalwood box, smiling. "Grand-master, I heard you were in urgent need for Orirocks and Sword Will Barrenwort, yes? I was afraid that old chap Zhou Yu might slow down your work, which is why I brought the stuff there."
Jiang He took the metal chest and sandalwood box, using his spirit to confirm that there were no mistakes. Then, he frowned and said, "It was just minutes since I spoke with Zhou Yu on the phone, and it's over fifteen kilometers from Lingzhou City here… Did you fly here?"
"No…"
