If before his fight with Qin Fang, this Indian A-San could still hold a significant advantage, then now it's quite uncertain.
Perhaps this Indian A-San also fears that prolonged delays could attract other trialists to come and compete, so he ignores his injuries and immediately reaches out to pick that stalk of Crouching Tiger Grass.
"Should I make a move?"
Seeing the actions of this Indian A-San, Qin Fang hesitated somewhat, as judging by the way this Indian A-San was picking, it was clear he didn't know how to gather herbs properly.
With his rough method, even if he picks the Crouching Tiger Grass, the medicinal properties would be reduced by as much as twenty to thirty percent...
The mere thought of such a loss made Qin Fang feel distressed, as losing several percent of the herb's efficacy would also mean a discount in the refining of the Tiger's Roar Pill.
