Qi Heng's eyes sparkled as he puffed out his chest, his face brimming with confidence as he proclaimed, "Fan, rest assured, my will is steadfast, my heart is strong, I fear no storm, no matter how difficult or terrifying the trials you set before me are, I will not have the slightest fear!"
Chen Fan said with a smile, "With those words, I can rest easy. Follow me."
The two of them walked toward the medicinal fields together.
Qi Heng felt an immense excitement and anticipation, with a trace of nervousness, "I wonder what sort of trial Fan has arranged for me. But given Fan's exceptional abilities, I can imagine it won't be ordinary—and this is my first trial, so I might have to endure pains and tortures beyond what most people can imagine. But I'm prepared; for the sake of apprenticing, I can withstand any hardship."
Soon, they arrived at the medicinal fields.
Chen Fan pointed at a large patch of Ziyou Grass in front of them and said, "This is your trial."