Zhou Shan sighed.

His right hand unconsciously rubbed the armrest of the wooden chair, his voice tinged with helplessness:

"Junior Brother Chen, you may not know, but this time the demonic beast riot is far beyond the scale and destructiveness of previous years. Those frenzied beasts don't distinguish between spiritual herbs and weeds. Many medicine fields near the Rear Mountain have been trampled and devoured, leaving a mess and causing heavy losses."

Hearing this, Chen Yang frowned slightly and raised a question: