“Wait. Answer my question! How long does it take to gather three taels of fur?” Shang Xia asked once again. Of course, while they were still stuck at an impasse on what to do with the fur, it was decided that it would remain in Yan Ni’er’s possession. 

Everyone in the room looked at each other and didn’t know what the answer was. Eventually, Shang Quan coughed awkwardly and sighed, “If the amount of fur here was gathered from the flock slowly and only obtained after they raided the nest, it might take an extremely long time.” 

Shang Ke shook his head and added, “Wait a minute… This ball of fur should contain those purposefully gathered up by the birds. What about those that were blown away in the wind?” 

“Fifth Uncle, you mean…” Shang Quan muttered.

Shang Ke turned to Shang Xia and spoke, “If we manage to gain more control over the flock of Rain Swallows, we will not only hold the fate of the Wind Swallow Race in our hand. We will also gather...