In order to fill his stomach, he quietly sneaked into the rice fields and planned to steal some of the rice he grew. He didn't dare to make a sound, because the night watchman was in the thatched shed beside the field. As the lowest farming boy of Qingyun Sect, if he was caught stealing spiritual grains, even one grain, he would be beaten to death. But now Chen Ping had no choice. At this moment, this full grain was his only hope for survival.
