Now, back to Little Sable and Hui Miqiu.
A huge quantity of spirit herbs brought immense happiness—and immense trouble.
They could not carry them all. There was simply no way to carry them all.
Little Sable carried the Cosmic Bag Qin He had sewn for it on its back, waving its little medicinal hoe as it darted about. It first picked spirit herbs over two hundred years old to dig up, but before long, the not-so-large Cosmic Bag was full.
So it could only dump out all the spirit herbs under three hundred years old and focus solely on those over three hundred years old.
Yet after digging for a while, it was full again.
So it had no choice but to dump out the spirit herbs under four hundred years old as well.
It focused exclusively on digging up those over four hundred years old.
After all that scrambling, Qin He had already returned, yet its Cosmic Bag was only half full.
But Hui Miqiu had it the worst.
The unlucky little old man had no Cosmic Bag!
The pockets on his body, plus his two sleeves, could not hold much at all.
Fortunately, an idea struck it, and it set its sights on the middle-aged man. After feeling him up and down, it found a sachet tucked inside the man's trousers.
It had been hidden so discreetly that anyone with even slightly worse hands would never have felt it.
If the sachet had been hanging openly outside, Hui Miqiu might not even have given it a second glance.
But hung in such a strange place, it only made Hui Miqiu more curious.
After some examination, it discovered that this was actually a Space Artifact.
Hui Miqiu was so thrilled. Just when it needed one, one had appeared. So