At the Spirit Herb Garden, Jiang Hao glanced at the people working inside. Most were ordinary folks, with a few outer disciples, but not even one-tenth of them.
He had examined each of these individuals. There wasn't any problem with them.
If there were any, it might be because someone outside was influencing them.
Jiang Hao treated these people as well as he could. That was all he could do.
However, even so, they might not necessarily live for long.
Various things could happen within the Heavenly Note Sect, and they could be exploited.
It would ultimately lead to their tragedy.
Every time, Jiang Hao reminded himself to become stronger as soon as possible. Only then could he control matters of his life and death.
"Is there any problem today?" Jiang Hao asked Cheng Chou.
"The spirit herb has withered," Cheng Chou said.
Jiang Hao frowned.
"Who does the spirit herb belong to?"
"Flowing Waterfall."
