Infiltrating the villages was easy.
As always, people of the Ancient Era were not particularly wary of women in disadvantaged positions, especially girls who looked as though they had just come of age. Bai Yujun only needed to openly enter a village and ask its priest.
She did not dare visit the ancient major villages or large tribes, only the smaller ones.
Of course, she also encountered priests who ignored snakes and held their nostrils to the sky. When friendly communication proved impossible, Bai Yujun would earnestly reason with them, drag them somewhere secluded, and put civilization's advantages to work. Reason was a fist; after a sound beating, they would tell her anything. Truth was forever within the reach of violence.
After politely beating up one priest who had wanted to keep Bai Yujun in his village, she learned information about Golden Thread Grass.
The result was far from ideal.
That afternoon, she carefully flew back to Snake Valley and saw from afar that Yang Ning was brewing medicine for Guo Zhen.
She landed.
Yang Ning hurried over.
"How was it? Did they know where Golden Thread Grass could be found?"
Seeing Yang Ning's anxious, hopeful expression, Bai Yujun did not know how to tell him. The news about Golden Thread Grass was no different from being unable to find it at all. Seeing Bai Yujun return, Guo Zhen also rose from bed and leaned against the doorframe, looking at her hopefully.
Bai Yujun sighed.
"Golden Thread Grass is actually quite abundant."
Yang Ning's face lit up at those first words. As long as there was plenty of it, things would be manageable. What he feared was that Golden Thread Grass would be scarce.
"But..."
Those two words once again lifted the hearts of the hope-filled couple into their throats.