“This thing is of no use to me, Liam Foster, don’t refuse it!” Matthew Reed, afraid that Liam Foster wouldn’t accept, added another sentence.

Liam Foster casually took the small pouch, grinning as he said, “Big Brother Reed, since you don’t need it, I’ll gladly accept it.”

“I’ve dreamed of having a little Qiankun pouch. In our city, there are no more than ten people who own one of these.”

Watching Liam Foster handle the little Qiankun pouch with such ease, a smile appeared on Matthew Reed’s face as well.

Although he felt that Liam Foster was a good match for his temperament, his pride as a cultivator made him unwilling to take advantage of Liam Foster. Seeing Liam Foster accept the little Qiankun pouch so straightforwardly made him like him even more.

“This little Qiankun pouch is very simple to use. It’s one of the rare magical tools that can be used by those below the seventh level of Qi Refining! All you need to do is channel your internal energy into the pouch, and you can store items inside.”

Matthew Reed made it sound simple, but it still took Liam Foster half an hour to fully understand how the Qiankun pouch worked.

After putting more than half of the herbs from his basket into the little Qiankun pouch, Liam Foster set off down the mountain with Matthew Reed.

Originally, Matthew Reed wanted to walk in front, but Liam Foster firmly refused. It wasn’t that he was afraid Matthew Reed would encounter any great danger; he was mainly worried that Matthew Reed would lead him into trouble.

With Liam Foster insisting, Matthew Reed had no choice but to let Liam Foster go first. Still, he was extremely cautious as he followed behind.

Although he knew Liam Foster had spiritual perception, such things were mysterious and often unreliable.

But as they made their way down, Matthew Reed developed a sense of admiration for Liam Foster’s spiritual perception. Along the way, they didn’t encounter a single spatial rift.

As a cultivator, Matthew Reed’s reaction to danger was sharper than most. Following behind Liam Foster, there were times he felt that a damn spatial rift was right beside him, but no matter how close it got, it never so much as grazed him.

Precisely because of this admiration, Matthew Reed gradually stopped seeing Liam Foster as just a child. He even began to regard Liam Foster as an equal.

“If I could introduce Liam Foster into my sect, that wouldn’t be bad at all.”

Just as this thought formed in Matthew Reed’s mind, the two of them had already reached the foot of the mountain. At the entrance opened by Master Harris, there were even more people gathered now.

“Oh wow, Liam Foster actually made it out alive! It’s hard to believe!” Slim Monkey, cradling one arm, shrieked when he saw Liam Foster coming down. But then he loudly declared, “I bet Liam Foster didn’t collect more than three types of herbs this time!”

Chapter 7 Liam Foster’s Harvest

Although gathering in the mountains is dangerous, as long as you make it back alive, you can usually collect seven or eight types of herbs.

And those seven or eight are enough for a family to live happily for a lifetime.

Slim Monkey saying Liam Foster couldn’t collect more than three types was clearly making fun of him.

People who survive disasters often feel unsettled, and many times, they like to use others’ embarrassing moments to calm their own nerves.

Slim Monkey was no different; he wasn’t at ease. In these five days, he’d faced plenty of danger. The cheerful, outgoing man who’d gone with him was silently swallowed by a sudden sinkhole on the way back.

Though he was naturally optimistic, at this moment, he was acting a bit strange.

He didn’t dare to joke about most people, but Liam Foster, who had neither strength nor backing, naturally became the target for him to vent his anxiety.

“Hahaha…”

A few men standing nearby burst out laughing. One of them, who was missing an arm, laughed and said, “I’ll bet you, Slim Monkey, if Liam Foster collected more than two types, I’ll treat you to drinks at Yanlai Tavern tonight!”

“Count me in!”

Matthew Reed glared, about to speak, but then he let his own aura dissipate. In this situation, he wanted to see how Liam Foster would handle it.

Liam Foster glanced at Slim Monkey and the others who were making him the butt of their jokes, but ignored them. With his current strength, he could easily take down Slim Monkey, but he would never bark back just because a dog barked at him.

“You little brat, who let you go into the mountains? Who let you go into the mountains!” With a voice choked with tears, a figure in a blue linen shirt rushed over like a madman.

The moment she reached him, two small fists pounded hard against Liam Foster’s chest.

Though it seemed like she was using all her strength, the blows didn’t hurt Liam Foster at all.

On the contrary, the fists gave Liam Foster an indescribably warm feeling.

“Do you know what I’ve been through these past few days?” The punches grew weaker and weaker, and finally, the figure threw her arms around Liam Foster, sobbing uncontrollably.