Looking over the level medicine garden and the scattered sprouts, Zhen Ming nodded slightly, then lectured again. "How can other spirit herbs be planted in a place like this? I truly do not know what you were thinking!"
"Heh heh, this disciple had nothing better to do, so I wanted to see whether other spirit herbs could actually be grown here. Best case, they grow; worst case... it is only a few seeds wasted!"
"Do as you please!" With a wave of his hand, Zhen Ming was about to fly away when Xiao Hua called out to stop him. Patting his storage pouch, he took out several jade bottles and some spirit stones, then offered them over with great sincerity. "These are two months of the regular provisions this disciple received last year. Because of this disciple, Senior Brother Zhen Ming was penalized a year's worth of provisions. This disciple knows these cannot compare to what Senior Brother lost, but they are still this disciple's token of regard. Please accept them!"
"Ah?" Zhen Ming had clearly not expected Xiao Hua to give him pills and spirit stones. After thinking for a moment, he swept out his hand, and the items landed in his palm. A trace of a smile appeared on his deathly pale face. "Mm, since you have such intentions, then I shall not stand on ceremony!"
Seeing Zhen Ming accept the pills, Xiao Hua finally felt a stone, neither too large nor too small, drop from his heart. Smiling, he said, "Farewell, Senior Brother Zhen Ming!"
"Hehe, very well. We shall meet again next year!" As Zhen Ming spoke, he flew into the air, but after traveling a dozen zhang or so, he turned back and reminded him, "Oh, right, Xiao Hua. That spare token for the East