A Minor Conflict

This was a medicine harvesting team—seven martial artists as guards along with twelve medicinal farmers who carried bamboo baskets on their backs. There was also a beautiful red-clothed woman who looked like their employer; there were twenty people in total.

Such a medicine harvesting team in the Dark Demon Forest could only be considered a small-scale team; there were hundred- and even thousand-people medicine harvesting teams here as well.

Ling Han's gaze swept by. The seven guards were at the Spiritual Ocean Tier—quite an impressive strength. The one who invitated him was a forty year-old brawny man, tall and sturdy, with arms thicker than Ling Han's waist and shockingly well-defined muscles.

Without waiting for Ling Han to reply, somewhat displeased, the red-clothed woman spoke, "Guard Wu, if you want to invite someone into the team, why not seek for my opinion first?"