The Dragon Clan's territory was vast beyond belief. The deeper they rushed in, the more they felt the terror of its immensity.
As they pressed on, they spotted fields of medicinal herbs, another practice the dragons had learned from the Human Race.
But the Dragon Clan had taken it further. With their own qi and blood, they had tended the fields even better than the humans could.
These medicinal herbs would be valuable anywhere outside, but Ye Qiu did not touch a single one.
He left them all to Yuan Gang and the others.
They were overjoyed.
They harvested like mad.
Only when they reached a grove ahead did Ye Qiu pick a few fruits.
Each fruit bore a dragon-claw mark. Nourished for years by the True Dragon Clan, they had finally borne Dragon Claw Fruit.
"Pick them all! Don't leave a single one!" Yuan Gang howled, darting through the orchard.
In the end, he uprooted even the fruit trees.
Those ancient trees had absorbed Dragon Blood and Dragon Qi. Even a single branch would count as a treasure outside.
The wood could serve as Dragonblood Wood for forging top-tier weapons.
Feng Changsheng and the others stared, dumbfounded. Yuan Gang was taking things a bit too far.
Yuan Gang, however, saw nothing wrong with it. "You're friends of Ye Qiu's, aren't you?"
They nodded.
Yuan Gang said, "Then how do you not know his style?"
"What?"
Yuan Gang yanked up a thick Dragon Claw Fruit tree and stuffed it into his Storage Ring. "You'll see soon enough."
He moved even faster, stripping the herb fields and orchard bare. He scraped a layer of soil from the ground and even dug out the worms living in it.
What did it mean to dig three feet into the ground?
This was it!