Reuse, Recycle

Wu Yun was almost done, so it stopped.

"Little Wu Yun, you did well. If only all the Wu Yun were as outstanding as you! See you later!" Yun Chujiu waved her hands at the Wu Yun in the sky.

The Wu Yun in the sky turned a pale pink again and bobbed away.

An Feng was speechless. Could it be that in the future, the Ninth Miss would not only take in spirit beasts but also that Wu Yun?!

Yun Chujiu hopped back to the courtyard and counted with her fingers. The Yun siblings, Qing Si, and Feng Ming made a total of nine people. If she gave one more to the Strange Grass, it would be exactly ten pieces.

An Feng heard Yun Chujiu mumbling, and he was extremely disappointed. There was none left for him at all. As expected, older people were discriminated against.