Cultivating Saplings Part I

Everyone hurried to the meeting point.

When they arrived, Merlin was already waiting there, sitting with his eyes closed.

Merlin looked at them once and said,

"Seems like some of you have been injured."

The boy glanced at the wounded.

Scutum and Ursa seemed to be in the worst conditions. Both of them were severely hit by the beast. Many others were also struck by the bloodthirsty wild boar’s power. Their faces were pale. Just moving slightly could give them pain.

Seeing Merlin's coldness from the way he was looking down, many were a little upset.

No matter how much they wanted to say it, they did not have enough courage.

Merlin was cold, keeping his distance from everyone.

Of course, it was hard for the Astral to understand the boy’s thoughts.

Merlin's identity was noble and terrifying. His might had been imprinted on everyone's heart.