On the way home, Old Huang was filled with emotion, "Little Lin, when you first came here, you were as honest as a mule, and you farmed pretty unhurried. Yet within a year, you're about to produce the number one crop in the whole sect."
He had been farming in the Outer sect for decades and had never seen rice grains so full that they bent many of the stalks. It was a pleasing sight.
Although the harvest had not taken place yet, it was already a foregone conclusion that Lin Yi would be the best in the entire sect.
"Old Huang, were you mistaken? You should be more polite to me in the future. Don't call me Little Lin, call me Lin First." Lin Yi joked as he puffed out his chest and walked with a swagger.
"Pfft, you're getting carried away! With your current demeanor, if you were to walk into Qing Yun City, you'd definitely get beaten up," Old Huang couldn't help laughing and scolding.
