"So few."
Ke Wenbin gazed at the two storage cabinets in front of him with an indescribable discomfort on his face.
The treasury!
Such a grand treasury!
To think that there were only two cabinets' worth of treasure plants and medicine!
"I was really foolish, truly! I only knew that the Ghost Mother Cult was running out of supplies, but I didn't realize the shortage was this severe."
Liang Qu felt the same letdown in his heart.
And when you think about it, it made sense.
Not everyone was like him; diving into water as if it was like coming home.
The bottom of the water was vast, with unpredictable waves and currents, not an easy place to survive.
A small marsh island, gathering two grandmasters, two great warrior masters, dozens of Beacon Fire Martial Masters, hundreds of Galloping Horse Martial Masters, and over a thousand below the fourth level.
