"My lord, there are still more than two years until the five-year herb collection is due. Here, this lowly one... I still cannot hand over the herbs you require."
Mu Bai swept his Divine Sense over the vast Herb Fields and saw that everything planted there was extraordinary. However, the herbs were all only a little over two years old and were indeed hardly usable.
"My lord, the Herb Fields numbered in the one-thousands should mature this year. Why don't you..."
Seeing Mu Bai remain impassive, Number 258 feared displeasing him and hurriedly offered the suggestion.
"Very well. From now on, you are not to beat them at will."
Mu Bai paid the man no further attention. With that, he rose and flew away, vanishing in an instant.
"This lord is extremely fast, but truly peculiar!"
Confusion covered Number 258's face. He picked up his whip, lashed the old farmer once, and walked back toward the farmhouse.
"If you don't whip these laborers, who would put any effort into their work?"
The old dog outside the house kept barking, irritating Number 258 greatly. He lashed its head with his whip. After a few yelps, the old dog dared not make another sound. It lay on the ground, its eyes darting about, afraid of receiving another stroke.
Since there were signs of habitation, there would naturally be a place where people gathered. Mu Bai spread his Divine Sense and continued flying south.
Sure enough, a place crowded with buildings appeared within Mu Bai's Divine Sense, resembling a small walled town. He sped up and soon arrived nearby, stopping to survey it from a distance.
Giant trees cast shade inside and outside the town. A great river of white water wound around more than half its walls before surging eastward.
Within the