Wang Ba's figure swept swiftly over the mountain ravines and Markets below.
Soon, he landed on the shores of South Lake, a place he knew exceedingly well.
Bu Chan was busy in the Spirit Fields. Seeing Wang Ba return, she hurried out and asked with concern:
"Senior brother, what did Senior Bai say?"
Wang Ba smiled without telling her the specifics, lest she worry too much:
"Not bad. You probably won't have to go to the front lines."
But Bu Chan was not as happy as he had expected. Instead, she immediately picked up on the problem:
"I don't have to go... but what about you, senior brother?"
Wang Ba shook his head slightly and glanced around. Realizing something, Bu Chan hurried into the Chicken Farm with him.
He spread his Divine Sense to prevent anyone from spying on them.
"The Sect Master personally set the quotas for Foundation Establishment cultivators going to the front lines. No one can change them, so I have to go. You needn't worry too much, either. You can stay at the encampment and continue collecting and raising Hundred-Fragrance Bees."
Only after entering the Chicken Farm did Wang Ba reveal his helplessness.
Although Bu Chan was still worried upon hearing this, she did not sink into helplessness, worry, and anxiety like a mortal woman. Instead, she quickly nodded:
"I understand. But this place isn't very suitable for growing these spirit flowers. I'll think of something else and see whether I can increase their yield."
"Yes, you handle the planning. If you're short of anything, just tell me."
Wang Ba answered at once.
Out of concern, he also left Bu Chan a set of First-Tier Supreme Grade Law Artifacts she could currently use, some second-tier talismans with few requirements for their users, and Spirit Plant seeds,