"A humanoid spirit herb—an exceedingly rare medicinal treasure. It'll definitely fetch a sky-high price!"
Ma Tian and the others were all overjoyed. Their movements turned careful as they removed the spirit herb and wrapped it in silk brocade.
"She's breathing!"
Shen Yi stared at the faintly rising and falling silk and spoke in surprise, only to draw another burst of laughter from the others.
"Young brother, you do have sharp eyes, but you've forgotten that the longer such a spirit herb grows, the more human characteristics it develops. One that rises and falls as though breathing is exceptionally rare."
Ma Tian was somewhat puzzled by Shen Yi's startled reactions. He wondered whether Shen Yi might actually be telling the truth—had he truly come from the other side of the river? Yet he quickly dismissed the thought. Looking out over the river, there was nothing but a blanket of white mist. Where was there any sign of a ferry? Besides, something no one had accomplished in a hundred years—how could a mere youth manage it?
This spirit herb was extraordinarily tall, as large as an ordinary person. Wrapped in silk, its delicate figure became even more pronounced. Had Shen Yi not seen it with his own eyes, he would truly have believed the men were carrying a woman.
At Ma Tian and the others' invitation, Shen Yi decided to leave with them. Along the way, they asked him many more questions. To avoid making them think he was spinning some wild fantasy, Shen Yi had no choice but to lie that he had suffered grave injuries and could no longer remember many things.
"It's all right to have lost some memories. Given enough time, you'll surely remember them."
"Judging by his clothes, he might be someone from Fengdu City who got