Zhao Si was burdened with a heavy task and seemed distracted all afternoon.
Tian Lin also noticed that something was off about the atmosphere around him. He originally thought that the servant disciples, after a fruitless morning, would launch a new round of retaliation against him in the afternoon.
Unexpectedly, no one challenged him; instead, they all seemed very restrained and tolerant.
Despite not being able to sieve out any Water Spirit Ore from the pan, no one complained, and it seemed as though they had suddenly resigned themselves to this fate.
Tian Lin turned his gaze towards Zhao Si and saw Zhao Si's eyes flickering, distracted to the point that the sand in his hands slipped into the river as Tian Lin watched him.
"Bai Ye, this is my Water Spirit Ore from this afternoon."
Tian Lin did not probe the thoughts of the servant disciples. He took off the cloth bag tied around his waist and handed it directly to Han Li.