With a command from Qin Qingfeng, all the able-bodied men are fully armed and ready to set off.
Left behind are only the women, children, and some elderly people.
Seeing that Qin Qingfeng is about to lead his people out, Chen Yang and Tu Qi step forward.
"Young friends, you're back! How many herbs have you collected?" Qin Qingfeng immediately asks with a smile.
"We're short by three types, but we're running out of time so we decided to return first. Once we're outside, we'll find a way again." Chen Yang replies.
"Only three remaining? That's quite impressive." Qin Qingfeng is somewhat surprised, as he initially estimated that gathering seventy or eighty types would be very good.
"Mm." Chen Yang nods slightly, not saying much.
Seeing Chen Yang back as well, Qin Qingfeng immediately announces loudly, "The sons of the Qin Family, we have been hiding here and merely surviving for over two hundred years."
"It's likely that the world has long forgotten us, the Qin Family."
