He Lingchuan whispered, “Otherwise, we’ll have to run tonight!”3

Naturally, He Chunhua, who was standing nearby, heard him loud and clear. Left utterly speechless, he simply slapped a hand over his forehead.1

Ling Guang also understood that this was no trivial matter, so he quickly hopped to the side of the bull.0

At this moment, the bull’s mouth was frothing with bluish foam, all four limbs twitching uncontrollably. Ling Guang pried one of its eyelids open, then provided a preliminary diagnosis soon after, “The bloodshot in its eyes has faded. It looks like the medicine’s effect becomes very minimal after passing through two hands. This is a significant finding. Hm, let me draw some blood.”0

He Lingchuan could not help but curse.0

Although Ling Guang had clearly said that the effect had become “very minimal,” minimal was a relative term. The bull had clearly gone entirely off its rocker earlier. One more sniff of that leaf juice, and it probably would have swum across the river to the Xun camp just to pick a fight.1

If three hundred bulls were to become just like this one…0

Hm?0

Wait, that would actually be quite extraordinary, wouldn’t it?1

While the hornbill...0