It wasn't until dusk that Chu Liang reluctantly bid farewell to the black fur ball.
He always found the giant ghost tree in the forest to be chilling and eerie—it would certainly give him the creeps if he stayed there after dark.
The sunlight was scarce in the woods. By the time he returned to Shu Mountain, it was just getting dark.
He couldn't wait to refine all the seeds and then go to the small flower field to sow them. The quantity of black fur ball he had slain today was ample enough to develop two small flower fields of yesterday's size.
As Chu Liang was digging and sowing, he was considering the pricing for his gold pattern berries.
Theoretically, the cost of his gold-patterned berries included... his labor, the grass and wood spirit worth three sword coins that would last a month, and Liu Xiaoyu's fish labor...
