A medium-sized Mechanical Beast moved its limbs and swiftly departed from Zheng Jian and his group.
Zheng Jian's attention, however, was on the Zheng Family Cultivator beside him, "How is it?"
The Zheng Family Cultivator's face was filled with confusion, "Strange! The merits I've divided are not much at all. It's even less than what I would get if I worked alone."
Zheng Jian's expression darkened, and he remained silent.
The cultivators from the Zheng Family around him felt very puzzled.
Clearly, they had followed Ning Zhuo's example, but why was there such a large gap in the results?
The cultivators from the Ning Family promoted by Ning Zhuo saw their merits surge, one after another, sprinting into the Medical Hall.
On Zheng Jian's side, it not only delayed Zheng Jian himself, but the merit earnings of the others were not impressive at all.
"Should we try again?" suggested a Zheng Family Cultivator.
