Before master ning could put his thoughts to rest, he saw Leng ruoxue and the rest bending down and squatting on the ground to collect the herbs. The great elder took out his small shovel and started to dig around for ores.
Seeing this scene, master ning was completely helpless. Sob...This group of people has an occupational disease! Although he really wanted to help, it was a pity that these people obviously didn't think much of him. Thinking of this, he felt even more depressed and simply found a corner to sit down.
By the time Leng ruoxue and the rest were done collecting the herbs and ores before them, it was almost night time again. They could not help but laugh out loud when they saw master ning sitting in a corner like a pitiful little boy with a bitter expression on his face.
"Hahaha! You old thing, why do you have such a dead look?" The first elder couldn't take it anymore. Who was this damn old man acting pitiful for? He did not have any sympathy!
