Qin Ming felt disappointed as he ventured into the lair of a creature that had mutated multiple times, naturally hoping to gain something and achieve a third rebirth.
"Old brown bear, there's no hope with the yellow ox here; it seems Old Man Liu is more reliable. I should go into the mountains with him next time!"
There are many fruits in Fire Field that possess some spiritual qualities, which for ordinary people are quite nourishing, some of which are already ripe. Amidst the ice and snow, the sight of such appetizing fruits temporarily alleviated Qin Ming's disappointment, and his eyes gradually lit up.
Whether it was the bright red fruits or the golden melons, he picked them all as long as they were ripe, filling two beast skin bags.
"Are there any young calves left?" Qin Ming looked towards the deeper parts of the Wild Bull Territory.
"Huh?" Suddenly, his pupils constricted. He didn't see any calves, but there was a young donkey.
