After passing the time along the way, Bai Lan arrived at the Medicine Garden at just the right moment.
Quite a few Qi Refining stage cultivators had gathered outside the Medicine Garden. Their divine senses could glimpse the sprawling patches of century-old spirit herbs within, yet no one dared enter.
That was because a Third-tier demonic beast, a Golden Armored Lion, sat watchfully at the entrance to the Medicine Garden, glaring darkly at the cultivators outside like a sinister guardian deity.
Long Aotian and Bai Ling were also standing among the crowd, and strangely enough, the two looked rather alike.
—The scars on their bodies and their miserable appearances were strikingly similar, both the handiwork of the same person.
When they saw Bai Lan slowly emerge, Long Aotian and Bai Ling both sensed her presence and looked over, identical towering fury blazing in their eyes.
But seeing that Long Aotian's gaze was several times more furious than Bai Ling's, Bai Lan could not help but let out a soft laugh.
Judging by Long Aotian's appearance, he had most likely fallen for her scheme half an hour ago and discovered the already-cleared-out stone house after descending into the cold pool.
"I haven't seen hide nor hair of you in the dozen or so days since entering the secret realm. I thought something had happened to you." When Nan Xianshi spotted Bai Lan, she moved closer and lowered her voice.
Bai Lan smiled. "Do I look like someone who would get into trouble?"
Nan Xianshi looked Bai Lan up and down. There was not a single wound on her body, and her aura was steady.
Then she lowered her head and looked at herself. Four or five sword scars marked her body, and her clothes were badly torn.
Such was the gap