Xu Zhong's death left him somewhat wistful.
After all, they had known each other once.
His first bucket of gold had, in a sense, come from the other man.
Naturally, he felt some sadness.
But he was now someone who had faced life and death several times. His mindset had long since been tempered, and calm soon returned to his face.
Then, following He Youtian, they arrived at the house built by the Zhao Brothers.
Though it looked like a wooden house, it occupied no small area.
There was even a huge courtyard before it. Behind the courtyard, Spirit Thorn Vines completely enclosed an area of nearly three mu.
Clearly, what lay enclosed within was the Zhao Brothers' spirit herb field, which they had been cultivating for several years now.
However, the house blocked the view, and dense Spirit Thorn Vines more than a person's height stood all around it.
Besides, it would have been rather impolite to approach and inspect it closely. Thus, though Zhou Changwang was curious about what spirit herbs were planted inside, he did not go near.
Then, they entered the side room the others had mentioned earlier.
Though it was called a side room, it was actually quite spacious inside.
At that moment, several spirit farmers were also there, each with their families occupying a corner.
After greeting them one by one, Zhou Changwang found a spot near the door with Qian Xiaoyue and sat down.
At heart, they were refugees fleeing disaster, so they were not particular about such things.
"Let's rest like this for today.
But the wilderness is different from other places. We still need to remain properly vigilant.
So we'll take turns keeping watch. I'll take the first half of the night, and you'll take the second."
Zhou Changwang glanced at