Yang Liang and Zhou Qing lacked cultivation and combat strength, so they naturally moved very quickly when it came to small tasks.
In just a few breaths, they cleared away all the flowers, grass, and trees within a hundred feet. Piles of dry grass were stacked thirty feet around them, while beyond that lay a disorderly spread of weeds that did not extend into the forest.
"The ones coming over there are a pack of Black-headed Strange Snakes, not wolves, tigers, or leopards. What use is there in making such a pile of dry grass? Are you planning to scare them off with fire?"
"Even if those strange snakes really fear what you have, this little firewood pile is nowhere near enough."
"Didn't you hear my lord say that the strange snakes are countless?"
While Qin Shaofeng's people hurried to arrange the situation as quickly as possible, Haldo began chattering away as though he had not spoken in a hundred years.
Hao Liang and the others who were working could not be bothered with his nonsense.
But Yang Zhen and the others had already turned their gazes toward him.
"Brother Qin, why did you agree to travel with them? These people seem incapable of doing anything except spouting nonsense." Ximen Bingning had long since reached the limit of her patience.
Her status was indeed very high, but only within Qin Shaofeng's party.
Born into the family of a great lady, Ximen Bingning rarely spoke up lightly. She believed that as long as Qin Shaofeng was there, there was no need for her to step forward.
Yet no matter what, she had followed Qin Shaofeng and the others through three months of slaughter in Tian Lian Mountain.
Even though she rarely fought, she at least understood what needed to be done