"Old man, I understand how you feel, but I really can't accept the inheritance. I'm used to a carefree life, not suited to join your Red Cloud lineage. You should try harder and maybe find a disciple in the vast sea of people." Chen Yang understood Taoist Liu's predicament, but he really couldn't help him with this.
When Taoist Liu heard Chen Yang say this, he didn't say anything further. He just lay silently on the chair, as if in thought.
Seeing him silent, Chen Yang didn't bother him either.
Taking advantage of this break, he picked up a bucket and a small hoe to loosen the soil and water the herb field.
These days, he had been busy with cultivating, rarely tending to the herb field at home.
Now the herb field was filled with fragrant herbs, and some of the precious herbs previously collected not only survived but even propagated.
As a result, the herb field was becoming somewhat overgrown.
