When Liu Wuchen finished drawing lots,
the hundred disciples were divided into ten teams according to the draw.
"Time is tight, you only have a quarter of an hour to prepare."
A quarter of an hour?
That wasn't even enough time to make a trip back to the mountain gate.
It was just enough for a brief conversation with close ones.
"Wanping, Silin."
Li Qingfeng walked straight to their team with a worried expression, saying: "The demon beasts of Hundred Beasts Mountain are no small matter."
"If you encounter them, you must be extremely careful."
As he spoke, he took out a bag of healing herbs, several pills to replenish spiritual power, and some spirit talismans.
These were worth several hundred crystal stones.
Ding Wanping happily accepted them: "Master is always good to us."
Then he looked at Jiang Fan standing beside Chen Silin, feeling increasingly annoyed.
Coincidentally, Liu Wuchen was also distributing resources to the disciples of Sect Master Peak.