In the herbal fields on the back mountain, Peter Brown was tending to Lingcao herbs. Peter would always move the types of Lingcao that were not in his ring into it. The excess grew in the herbal fields.
At present, Peter's herbal field had expanded to twenty-five acres, and he was also thinking of taking the time to further expand the area of the field.
Just as he was busy, Oscar Wilson gave him a call.
"Peter, there's something I'm not sure whether I should tell you or not."
"Go ahead."
Peter could hear that Oscar sees to have encountered something troublesome.
"It's like this: I reported the matter of the Soul-Refining Sect to my superiors, and they paid a great deal of attention, even dispatching a team to investigate."
"It's okay. It was supposed to be reported to the superior. It's nothing big."
"But, Peter, I feel that something strange is going on: all of the people that suddenly arrived are cultivator experts. I certainly can't take them on."
