In the end, Aaron decided to wait and see.
It was not that he was too proud to farm, but rather that the East Gate Family's reputation—and whether they had any formidable enemies—were both unknowns.
He needed to observe in silence for a while longer before making a decision.
Besides... it's not as though there are no other ways to earn spirit stones. Wait a little longer, look around a little more...
Aaron left East Gate Valley and slipped into the mountain forest.
After casting the Wind-Riding Art, his figure darted swiftly through the woods, while also obscuring his tracks from sight.
But suddenly, his footsteps halted. He looked behind him. "Who's there?"
Aaron had sensed someone following him.
And he felt even more speechless inside. Could it be that just because I wasn't cautious enough the first time I acted, I'm about to suffer backlash? Are cultivators these days all desperate from poverty? I only spent three spirit stones!
No, that's not right... They probably saw how green I was in both word and deed, and deliberately decided to squeeze the soft persimmon!
After all, I'd never had any contact with the cultivation world before. Even if I tried my best to conceal it, people could still easily tell I was a novice... and novices are the easiest to bully!
Let this be a warning! A warning!
From behind an ancient tree Aaron had been watching, a burly man in yellow slowly emerged. He appeared to be around forty, with mid-stage Qi Refinement cultivation and a smile on his face. "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding... Fellow Daoist, are you a Rogue Cultivator? I merely wished to make a friend. After all, we Rogue Cultivators have a hard time surviving. It's good to have someone to watch each other's backs..."
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