In the strange space where day and night coexisted, bizarre spiritual herbs took root everywhere, filling the air with a refreshing, otherworldly fragrance. Wisps of white mist drifted like graceful veils of gauze.
At the boundary between black and white, Luo Chuan and the demon beast sat on soft, comfortable grass. In an environment saturated with dense spiritual energy, even ordinary weeds possessed the effects of spiritual herbs from the outside world.
This was the most wondrous aspect of the herb field.
Even without much knowledge in this area, Luo Chuan could clearly see that the most precious thing before him was not the rare spiritual herbs that should have vanished in ancient times, but the place where they stood.
In other words, the herb field itself.
The demon beast that had accomplished this feat was now happily sharing its experiences with Luo Chuan. It had even picked quite a few mature spiritual herbs to entertain him.
What happened to that scene of it grieving over the herbs just now?
"By the way, after all this time, I still don't know what to call you." Luo Chuan asked. "What's your name?"
"Bai Yu. Just call me Bai Yu."
A name alone revealed nothing. Besides, the intelligent races of Tianlan Continent all had different naming styles, with both Eastern and Western names. Luo Chuan had long since stopped finding it strange.
Kolo World, on the other hand, primarily used Western-style names.
The man and the demon beast chatted on and off, their conversation mainly revolving around Origin Mall. Bai Yu kept asking questions like a curious child, while the enthusiastic and dedicated Boss Luo patiently answered them, all the while secretly wondering whether Bai Yu's surname might be "Chitanda."
As for the ruins themselves and the strange phenomena from the past