"Got it." The six of them answered at once, each with a different expression.
Then someone said, "Twice a day? Sure, that makes things much easier for us too."
"Exactly. We'll have more time to cultivate in the future."
"Haha, didn't you say you had no mind for cultivation?"
"Times have changed. With so much spiritual energy here, not cultivating would be a waste."
A disciple checking the roots of the spirit rice for insects looked up as he spoke.
"That's true enough."
Hou Wucai also made several rounds through the Spirit Fields. Seeing that all six were working diligently, talking without delaying their work, he did not concern himself further.
But that was what he said. After he left—
Among the six remaining in the Spirit Fields, Wang Jia shook the droplets from his hand, rainwater left behind from casting the Rain Condensation Art.
He was broad and tall, and quite skilled in the Rain Condensation Art. He gave a cold snort. "Hmph, what is he acting so high and mighty for now?"
"Don't say that, Brother Wang Jia. He isn't a Spirit Planter anymore. How could he still be like us?" the small-eyed man beside him hurriedly said.
"Li Dayuan, what do you mean by that? I was just saying it casually."
Li Dayuan let out a breath. "You can't speak carelessly, even in passing. He was personally chosen by my lord. Do you still mean to question my lord?"
Wang Jia's face twitched slightly. "Of course not. My loyalty to my lord can be witnessed by the sun and moon."
After the two interrupted each other like this, the other four had not dared to join in. Now that the pair had fallen silent, naturally no one could continue arguing over the matter.
After all, no matter