"In the past, the Cyan Mountain Sect only transported four to five carts of Spirit Rice, and they couldn't even fill them. Why is there such a big difference this time?"
"Let's take a look first. Maybe it's not all Spirit Rice. The Cyan Mountain Sect only has ten mu of Spirit Fields. It's impossible for them to produce so much Spirit Rice."
"Hehe, I think so too. A sect relying solely on Spirit Fields and Spirit Medicines to operate is destined not to last long. I wonder how long this Cyan Mountain Sect can hold on."
The two Hengyue Sect cultivators whispered to each other, occasionally letting out derisive laughs.
Without paying any attention to the Hengyue Sect cultivators' observation, Lu Changfeng instructed the disciples to unload the Spirit Rice bag by bag.
The entire process lasted over a quarter of an hour, keeping everyone extremely busy.
