"Have you seen enough?"
The voice that suddenly rang out startled Wang Ba. He had little Yin Spirit Power left, and with Sect disciples here, even more Yin Spirit Power probably would not have lasted, so he had had no choice but to steel himself and stop using it.
As a result, he had noticed nothing at all.
He hurriedly looked toward the voice.
Not far away, a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old youth in white robes was looking at him impatiently.
"Yes, Immortal, this lowly one has seen enough. Quite enough."
Wang Ba hurriedly forced a smile, bowing at the waist and nodding repeatedly.
"Then get to work! What are you standing around here for?"
Without the slightest courtesy, the white-robed youth pointed at a nearby chicken feed vat as tall as a person and began giving orders:
"There, remember to fill this up, and this one too... do this every day from now on."
Struggling to maintain his smile, Wang Ba hurriedly picked up a shovel, preparing to shovel the chicken feed beside him into the vat to ferment.
"Hey, hey, hey! Wash your hands first! Don't get that shovel handle dirty!"
The youth shouted, his face full of displeasure.
Wang Ba could not help touching the jade pendant tucked against his body at his waist, but in the end, he forced another smile.
"Yes, yes, this lowly one will wash his hands right away. Right away."
With that, he headed toward the well in the Mountain Manor.
Only to draw another reprimand from the white-robed youth:
"Not here! Go outside to wash! Come back once you're clean!"
With his back to the white-robed youth, Wang Ba could not help taking a deep breath, then letting it out heavily.
By the time he turned around, a smile was back on