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"Senior, what should we do?"
A female cultivator carefully asked Lu Chen, seeing the grave expression on his face.
"I've brought many storage bags with me, filled with plenty of Fu Ling grass. You'll be responsible for continuously spreading and planting it. Have you got that?"
"Is that all?"
Hearing Lu Chen's words, the three female cultivators actually didn't believe him.
No matter how many storage bags there were, how much Fu Ling grass could there be?
But in reality, they were well aware. To please Lu Chen and not invoke his displeasure, they pretended not to know.
Lu Chen said with a smile, "Of course, it's exactly because I planted so much Fu Ling grass that I made that Demon Turtle wary. Now that I have your help, nothing could be better! As long as we have a big enough meadow, we might even find a way to leave this place!"