Planting the Sun

Inside the dilapidated warehouse.

The White Robe Immortal, young girl Zhang Buzai, and Striving Youth stood in the open space at the center.

Their expressions were somewhat vacant, drool practically streaming from their mouths.

And before them.

A young man in white sat atop a pile of Mental Power Ginseng, crunching away as if he were chewing carrots.

In that short time, he had eaten a full third of the entire cartload of ginseng by himself.

Finally.

The Man in White stretched his arms, checked his watch, and saw a balance of 1,800.

He nodded to himself. "Not bad at all."

The White Robe Immortal frowned, sucking in air through his teeth!

The ginseng Number Eight had eaten should have amounted to roughly 180,000 points of mental power!

Yet he had only received 1,800!

What a fierce operation!

It had to be said.

His losses were truly high!

His talent was truly low!

It was painful to watch!

Liu Di dusted off his clothes and slowly rose to his feet. "Don't be polite with the remaining ginseng, everyone. Share it among yourselves."

"Hasa Ge!"

Striving Youth had finally been waiting for this moment. He lunged headfirst into the pile of ginseng!

White Robe Immortal Zhang Weiguo swallowed, staring fixedly at the chubby baby that had been sitting on Liu Di's shoulder the entire time!

He suddenly said, "Big Brother, what do you think that Ten-thousand-year Ginseng tastes like? I don't know why, but I really want to take a bite. Just one little bite."

Short-haired girl Zhang Buzai shot Zhang Weiguo a glare. "Can you stop setting your sights on that ginseng? Hasn't Number Eight given us enough already?"

Zhang Weiguo looked a little embarrassed, but he still scratched his head and said, "We're pretty rich now, and getting into