Looking at the girl in front of him, sobbing uncontrollably, Liam Foster's heart surged with emotion. This excitement, he felt, came more from the original owner's consciousness. Although the girl hadn't spoken, from her peach-like reddened eyes and the exhaustion on her face, how could Liam Foster not understand what she had been through these past two days?

At this moment, he felt a bit envious of that Liam Foster.

The feeling of being cared for was truly wonderful.

After pondering for a moment, Liam Foster gently embraced that slender figure, smiling as he comforted her, “Sister Ying, haven’t I come back now?”

He softly patted Evelyn Clark's back, helping her calm down as quickly as possible.

Evelyn Clark was still crying, but at this moment, Liam Foster felt a gaze, as cold and venomous as a snake, fixed on him.

He turned his head and saw a man who looked about twenty, staring at him with a gloomy expression.

Charles Brooks, the eldest son of the Chen family!

From the original owner's memories, Liam Foster instantly identified this person.

As for this Charles Brooks, Liam Foster felt no goodwill at all. He met Charles Brooks's gaze head-on, his own eyes full of indifference.

As the next head of the Chen family, Charles Brooks was someone who could walk sideways in Dingfang City and still find the road too narrow. Now, seeing this ant-like fellow daring to meet his eyes, he was instantly furious.

Just as he was about to make a move against Liam Foster, a middle-aged man standing beside him leaned in and whispered something in his ear.

Only then did a smile slowly appear on his face.

“Liam Foster, how was your harvest?” Mr. Bolton stepped forward, a faint smile on his face.

Liam Foster patted Evelyn Clark, then smiled and said to Mr. Bolton, “The harvest wasn’t very good.”

The skinny monkey cackled, “Little Foster, don’t tell me you didn’t even make enough for the entry fee?”

The so-called entry fee referred to the payment collectors had to give to Zhenbao Pavilion. Zhenbao Pavilion organized this collection, and besides having priority to purchase the collectors’ herbs, each collector had to pay an entry fee in the form of herbs worth one thousand taels of gold.

Over the years, there had been collectors who didn’t even make enough for the entry fee, but such people were truly rare.

For these cases, Zhenbao Pavilion had always generously waived the shortfall.

Mr. Bolton's face darkened a bit. He was the one organizing this collection. Although the amount collected was up to fate, if the income was too low, he would have a hard time explaining himself to the manager.

At the very least, it would make him, Zhang, look incompetent.

In a bad mood, his tone turned harsh: “Take it out!”

Looking at Mr. Bolton's face, Liam Foster secretly laughed. He gently reached into his own basket and first took out a stalk of clover.

It was a twenty-year-old clover.

Seeing this clover, Mr. Bolton's expression improved a little.

A twenty-year-old clover could fetch five hundred taels of gold. Although it wasn’t enough for Liam Foster's entry fee, it was certainly better than coming back empty-handed.

Liam Foster put down the clover, reached into his basket again, and took out another stalk of clover.

This one was obviously much larger than the previous one, and the spiral pattern at its root was even thicker.

A thirty-year-old clover!

Mr. Bolton's face now broke into a radiant smile. A thirty-year-old clover could sell for eight hundred taels of gold.

With the first clover added, Liam Foster’s entry fee was covered.

The skinny monkey licked his lips. Even he was a bit envious of this thirty-year-old clover. He had gone into the mountains twice, risking his life, and only managed to collect a thirty-year-old clover last time.

But this Liam Foster, with just one trip, had managed to collect one.

“Not bad, Little Liam.” Mr. Bolton's way of addressing Liam Foster had changed from Liam Foster to Little Liam.

Liam Foster smiled without saying a word, and reached into his basket again.

There’s more? This kid’s basket actually has more!

For a moment, many people’s faces showed anticipation.

But Charles Brooks's expression darkened; he was even more nervous now.

No, this kid’s basket absolutely cannot have anything good, otherwise, that charming Evelyn Clark...

Just as Charles Brooks was feeling anxious, another herb appeared in Liam Foster's hand.

It was still clover, but this one was noticeably smaller and withered compared to the previous two!

The appearance of this clover made Charles Brooks let out a huge sigh of relief. Judging by its looks, even a hundred taels of gold would be generous for it!

If Liam Foster's basket was full of these, even if he pulled out a hundred more, he still wouldn’t be able to pay off his debt!

At this moment, Mr. Bolton's face also showed a trace of disappointment. But he quickly consoled himself: for a young man like Liam Foster to come back alive and earn his entry fee was already no small feat. He really shouldn’t make things so hard for the young.

Expecting too much is no good either!