Ming Abyss Holy Land, Nine-Herb Mountain.
Chen Mozi, dressed like an old farmer, was bent over in a medicinal garden, carefully observing a spiritual mushroom.
The bamboo hat on his head concealed his aura well. Rather than rejecting him, the high-grade spiritual mushroom that was about to gain sentience stretched out its branches and leaves, swaying toward him.
Outside the mountain, a wave of scorching heat suddenly swept in.
Chen Mozi raised his head and cast a glance into the distance.
"Xin Yisheng, since you're already here, why hide your head and show your tail?"
A figure slowly emerged, remaining far away without approaching.
"Old friend, wasn't I afraid of disturbing your young Running Steed Mushroom?"
Chen Mozi's expression remained calm. The other man's fire arts were scorching and violent; getting too close truly would affect this still-immature Running Steed Mushroom.
He poured two drops of green liquid onto the mushroom, then straightened up, left the garden, and walked beyond the mountain.
"Speak. What do you want with me?"
Xin Yisheng withdrew his curious gaze from the mushroom garden before smiling. "What do you think of Luo Chen?"
Chen Mozi said blandly, "I have no opinion. As long as he doesn't disturb me, we can live in peace."
Xin Yisheng sneered. "But if he truly takes charge of the Pill Saint Hall and later says he wants the mushrooms from your entire mountain for pill refinement, what will you do then?"
Chen Mozi fell silent.
After pondering for a long while, he said quietly, "He would first have to pass the Pill Saint Hall Trial."
"Which is exactly why I came to ask what you think of him, Younger Brother. Do you think he has the ability to pass the trial?"
"Under a great reputation, there are no hollow men.