The old Shaman looked at him with a smile that didn't reach his eyes: "Seeing as how you're quite idle, why don't you go and deal with the excrement in the Humming Beast pen?"
Bowman's expression became serious: "How could I possibly be idle? I've got lots and lots to do right now, so I'll stop chatting with you and get busy... Off I go..."
Having said this, he turned and headed towards the direction of the storeroom.
Indeed, he still needed to collect last year's Purple Fruits and separate them from the ones freshly gathered this year; he truly had plenty to do.
Watching Bowman walk away, the old Shaman harrumphed before leisurely making his way back to his own courtyard, where he still had an abundance of herbs to deal with.
The method Shaman Ji Nuan proposed for making herbs into Pills was simply splendid. By doing this, the use of perishable herbs could be maximized, and there wouldn't be any concerns about waste or not being able to gather them after the season had passed.
