953 A Plot Of High Grade Green Dew Rice

As Mo Wuji just finished a bowl of rice, he started looking suspiciously towards the outside of the concealment array. How could there be people here at this time? He had been here for a few months, and other than Gu Hai that dropped by once, no one else came ever.

As for the concealment array that he set up for his Green Dew Grass, it was very common. Many grade A plots had set up similar arrays for secrecy.

Rice? When Mo Wuji saw the half pot of rice, he finally understood what was going on. It was all caused by the rice. The fragrance of the Green Dew Rice had attracted people over.

Mo Wuji shook his head, speechless. The thought of setting up a smell blocking array never crossed his mind before.

However, after those people arrived here, they did not break open the concealment array, nor did they forcibly extend their spiritual will in, which meant that they still greatly respected a rice farmer like him.