"Are you ready?"
A month later, Ye Hanjun asked Yu Ruoxin.
"Master Han, no!"
Yu Ruoxin, who had just put down her shovel, with one hand on her waist and wearing a breathing mask on the other, took a deep breath of filtered nature's spiritual energy.
"Master Han, I am ready!"
"Since we've come this far, let's welcome the harvest together!"
Yu Ruoxin's little face tightened, as if she were facing a formidable enemy.
"Don't be nervous."
Ye Hanjun said calmly:
"You have laid a solid foundation in the GuaGua Dynasty for two years."
"Have you forgotten the last collection before you left? You're feeling inflated, which means that your power is approaching its peak, with one foot stepping on the threshold of breakthrough."
"But…"
Yu Ruoxin clenched the corner of her clothes and spoke hesitantly:
"This is the first time I've collected in the abyss."
"The soil, plants, and animals here...are completely different from those in the Giant Frog Marsh."
