On the Dharma Ship of the Spirit Feather Sect.
Steward Gue's face turned cold, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Hmph!"
A massive pressure swept over.
The Spirit Farmers below, who were full of complaints, immediately fell silent.
They dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak.
"Like to be noisy, do you?"
"If you don't want to accept the increased taxation, you can step forward now."
"The Battle Camp is in need of a lot of manpower at the moment."
Steward Gue's gaze swept across the crowd.
Seeing no one dared to step forward.
Only then did he order someone to steer the Dharma Ship away.
...
Early April.
The spring wind was pleasant, and the air carried a trace of warmth.
Inside the Spirit Field.
Qin Ming was concentrated on practicing the High-Level Spirit Rain Technique.
He carefully recalled the feeling when he used the entry.
Practicing repeatedly over and over again.
Finally!
