"There's still some left as I left a few roots!"
Hao Tian looked proudly at his teacher, waiting for praise.
Little did he know that Yang Mei's gaze was quite complex.
You've cut off the stingers of an entire swarm, and you call that kindness?
"You don't need that many stingers, leave one, and refine the rest into arrows, seven arrows per set, just right for a Divine Skill."
Yang Mei waved a hand, collecting all those sharp tips.
With a flip of the hand, three jade cups appeared.
He plucked a few leaves from the treetop and placed them into the cups, about to summon some Spiritual Spring, when Hao Tian suddenly shouted.
"Master, wait!"
Yang Mei paused and looked at him.
Hao Tian chuckled and took out a can of beast milk from the Green Leaf Space.
"How about we use this to brew tea? Umm... let's call it... milk tea! How does that sound, doesn't it sound great?"
"Milk tea?" Xuanqing murmured from beside, seemingly with a hint of amusement.
