The two waited at the entrance for a while before finally seeing someone come out.
It was Fang Yong, whose contest had ended not long ago.
He now had quite a few injuries.
He had wanted to focus on tending to them, only to be told someone was looking for him.
He tugged his clothes up, instinctively covering his injuries as he walked toward the entrance.
Seeing the two people there, he frowned slightly.
Then he came up to them and said in a low voice, "Why are you here? It's not time to give me Spirit Sources yet."
"We just came to have a look," the woman from earlier said, sounding somewhat unsure of herself. "We came to sell some things and got five hundred Spirit Sources, so we stopped by to give them to you."
As she spoke, she took out the Spirit Sources.
Looking at them, Fang Yong's frown deepened. "These are the village's Spirit Sources for the New Year, aren't they? I told you not to give me every Spirit Source you have. If it's less, so be it. If it's late, so be it. I'll figure something out myself.
"As long as it doesn't affect my image at the Cloudfront Office."
"We didn't mean anything else," Steward Fang hurriedly said. "We just happened to have some Spirit Sources. We couldn't use them all anyway, so just take them."
As he spoke, he placed the Spirit Sources in Fang Yong's hand.
Then he spoke again. "You don't need to worry about Spirit Sources. We'll find a way. Just focus on cultivating in there. We hardly ever come by.
"No one else will find out. It won't affect anything."
The woman added, "That's right. It's so dark, and there's hardly anyone here."
Fang Yong gripped the Spirit