After dealing with enough sickening things, a few curses naturally vented the anger, and he would not take them too much to heart. But the Foundation Establishment Pill was a major matter to him. He had stayed in Sang Cao Garden for so long, yet he had not even known they were about to distribute Foundation Establishment Pills. Watching Furong carefully fertilize the spirit herbs, he truly could not feel happy.
"Martial Aunt Furong, aren't Foundation Establishment Pills distributed once every three years?" Yue Qianchou asked expressionlessly.
Furong held a short dung scoop. After thinking for a moment, she nodded. "This year seems to be the third year."
Yue Qianchou was speechless. Asking her had been pointless; her world seemed to contain nothing else. She was too innocent, too simple. Still, what Qingcao and Green Willow had said was probably true.
There would soon be a chance for Foundation Establishment? He did not know whether he could succeed. Whether he succeeded or not, having an opportunity was better than having none. Unfortunately, there was only one Foundation Establishment Pill each time. Xiaotian, Guan Yu, Chen Feng, I'm sorry. Don't worry—this boss will definitely keep the promises he made to you.
At that thought, the frustration Yue Qianchou had bottled up for more than a year was swept away. A faint excitement stirred within him, and he worked noticeably faster. He urgently wanted to find someone and ask when the Foundation Establishment Pills would be issued.
Once he finished his work, he tossed everything to Furong to deal with. He himself wandered around Sang Cao Garden, trying to sidle up to anyone he saw and strike up a conversation to ask around. But everyone here treated him much like Qingcao and Green Willow had. With no other choice, he left Sang