"Professor! Professor Li!"
Duan Xiao Jian, who had run off earlier to beg for a herb from Uncle Sistanda, suddenly came bouncing and jumping from outside the crowd, yelling at the top of his lungs.
"Lower your voice," Tang Dun grumbled from not far away, "Maintain your image!"
The onlookers quickly opened a small gap, allowing this messenger to pass through the wall of people.
Jiang Yufei quickly lifted his head, his eyes full of anticipation.
"Uncle Sistanda said that the latest batch of vine grass has just started to sprout and there's no ripe fruit." Duan Xiao Jian squeezed through the crowd, bringing bad news to everyone.
Jiang Yu's face instantly lost all its color, turning deathly pale.
"None?" Professor Li frowned.
Zheng Qing looked at the little witch anxiously, guessing in his heart that if there was no special herb, Professor Li would surely take Li Meng to the school hospital for treatment.
