"However, compared to the silver made from that arrow-practice ground, it still lacks some weight!"
He had set his sights on that arrow-practice ground long ago. But unlike others, he knew there must be a reason Zhao Hu and his people had managed to succeed; if he seized it too early, he feared the place would once again become a tasteless burden.
So, he let it develop naturally, waiting until the fruit was ripe to pluck it, ensuring it wouldn't wither so easily.
Chapter 32