However, at this moment, a voice suddenly spoke in Old Sha's heart, "Old Sha, go get some tree fruits for these Forest Wolves—five for each of the eight Elite Level ones, and ten for each of the two Commander Level wolves!"
AWOO?!
Old Sha blinked, a hint of confusion showing in his verdant pupils.
Had the training from his young master these past couple of days been too much, leaving him short on rest? Why did it seem like he could hear his young master's voice and command? And why was the command so utterly detestable to him? Math, of all things, was the most hated! He must have heard wrong! Yes, that's it!
Old Sha shook his head, shifting his scrutinizing gaze back to the little ones his young master was cultivating.
However, just as he had done so, that voice rang out once again: "Hurry up, get the tree fruits, or otherwise soon you'll have to redistribute the tree fruits to all the Forest Wolves!"
