Zhao Hai immediately understood what the old man meant. He nodded and said, " "Teacher's home. Although I'm a botanist, I still hope to help the village. So, can you take me to see the place that was attacked by that thing? I want to see if I can be of any help."
When the old man heard what Zhao Hai said, he was stunned. Then, he looked at Zhao Hai suspiciously and asked, " "You can really help, right? My son is a scholar, and even a scholar can't do anything about that thing. What can you do?"
The old man's words were actually a little rude, but it could not be helped. If there was a botanist who was willing to help in the soldier soul continent, the villagers would be very happy, but it was different here. In the literature continent, everything was respected by the scholars. In the eyes of these ordinary people, if a scholar could not do something, no one else could do it, so the old man said that.
