Ning Qi nodded with a smile.
"That's right."
Why does he always delve into Taoist scriptures, ancient texts, and miscellaneous studies?
Just to accumulate his own foundation, providing nourishment when he attains enlightenment. However, his rate of accumulation is evidently much faster than ordinary people, which is unimaginable for most.
He then spread his hands and said:
"But even if you all accumulate enough, there won't be any Enlightenment Tea to drink. This year's yield is only so much, and some must be left for the master; otherwise, we 'ungrateful disciples' would be expelled from the sect."
Everyone looked at the barren tip of the Enlightenment Tea tree and burst into laughter.
"Accumulate well for a year and drink again next year, leaving a thought for you."
Ning Qi smiled.
Next year's yield should be more, so he could share a bit with everyone.
However, Jiang Baishan's gaze dimmed, thinking about the next year... he wouldn't be able to drink it.
