"Xiao San, Xiao San, what's wrong?"
Tang Hao noticed something was wrong with Tang San and grabbed him to steady him.
Seeing Tang San's eyes about to roll back, he immediately planted his large hands on Tang San's shoulders and shook him.
Tang San promptly flopped back and forth as though he had no bones.
"Dad... Dad, be... gentler..."
"If... this... keeps up... I... might... die..."
Tang San spoke in broken gasps.
Uh... Tang Hao snapped out of it and hurriedly let go.
Seeing Tang San's pale face, Tang Hao realized he might have used a little too much strength.
But that couldn't be helped. He had started out hammering iron, after all. What was wrong with having a strong grip?
"Xiao San, what's wrong? Did something upset you?"
Tang Hao asked in confusion. He had been perfectly fine a moment ago, so how had he suddenly fallen apart?
Upset?
Yes! I'm thoroughly upset!
Tang San might have been fine if Tang Hao hadn't brought it up, but the moment he did, Tang San felt his blood pressure soar...
Huff... huff.
Tang San panted heavily, struggling to steady his emotions.
After a while, he finally managed to accept reality. Looking at Tang Hao, he slowly said, "Dad, those chives you mentioned were actually rare Spirit Herbs. There were even several Immortal Herbs among them."
Spirit Herbs?
Immortal Herbs?
Tang Hao froze, then understanding dawned on his face. Unconcerned, he said, "So they were just external aids. If someone harvested them, so be it. Xiao San, you shouldn't rely too much on external aids on the path of cultivation. Keeping your feet firmly on the ground and cultivating steadily is the proper way."
After saying that, however, Tang Hao hurriedly added, "Except for the items in the Jar Shop, of course.