"Let's go, it's time to head back," Han Yan said.
"Brother Han Yan, there are still plenty of medicinal herbs here. Aren't you going to carry some back? Even the smallest mosquito is still meat," Mu Nan joked as he stuck his head out from his huge backpack, which resembled a turtle shell, looking at the empty-handed Han Yan.
"Mu Nan, you're a noble family's son; how can you be so greedy? You are even interested in this worthless flora; I'm embarrassed for you! Do you know why your cultivation hasn't progressed? This is the reason, being too petty and greedy!" Han Yan spoke with righteous indignation.
"Um..." Mu Nan staggered and nearly fell to the ground.
Who was it that just said even the smallest mosquito is still meat, who was so greedy that their eyes were nearly shining green? As he looked at Han Yan's earnest and seemingly sympathetic yet indignant expression, Mu Nan wondered if he was hallucinating.
