Exactly! The storage bags were packed full of millet seeds, an astonishing quantity!
"It is all thanks to the Twelve Great Gods' compassion; this junior had nothing to do with it!" Xiao Hua had grown accustomed to speaking of the Twelve Great Gods, and the words slipped out naturally.
Zi Ming left Ji Man behind and walked smilingly to Elder Wu. She took one and handed it to him. Elder Wu looked at it with a smile and said, "I never imagined... there would be so many millet seeds. If this is so, why would the disaster in Mount Meng need more than ten years to pass? I fear it will be over in less than five years!"
"Since that is the case, why must Elder Wu still resort to war?" Xiao Hua's heart stirred, and he asked with a smile.
"Indeed, indeed!" Elder Wu laughed heartily and instructed Ji Man, "Pass on my Witch Token. Have all the people of Houtu Village who entered the Sword Domain withdraw back to Mount Meng!"
"Yes, I will pass down the order at once!" Ji Man nodded slightly and was about to withdraw when Elder Wu pointed again. "These millet seeds are exceedingly precious. They are Mount Meng's lifeblood from now on. Put them away carefully!"
"I..." Ji Man hesitated somewhat.
"You keep them. Must I put them away myself?" Elder Wu said blandly.
"Yes, I will do it now!" Ji Man nodded slightly, but after glancing at Zi Ming's guarded expression, she added, "How about this? There are far too many millet seeds. Zi Ming and I will each take half!"
"Fine!" Elder Wu waved a hand indifferently. Zi Ming, rather unwillingly, separated out six storage bags and tossed them to Ji Man.
As he watched Ji Man accept the storage