The people of Great Lake Village had been profoundly grateful to Jiang Ping An during this time, treating the gathering of medicinal herbs he needed as their highest priority.
Whenever the villagers went out hunting, they paid special attention to plants that could nourish the soul.
Especially the Golden Grain Soul Grass Jiang Ping An had specifically mentioned.
Ever since Jiang Ping An had wiped out the main force of the Black Mountain Tribe, that river valley had become unclaimed land and had remained under Great Lake Village's care.
Every few days, the villagers would go inspect it and harvest the mature herbs.
But lately, the villagers had repeatedly returned empty-handed.
Everyone who came back said that all the Golden Grain Soul Grass in the river valley had vanished, as though someone had harvested it ahead of them.
"Someone else is gathering Golden Grain Soul Grass?" Jiang Ping An frowned slightly.
Shi Da He nodded vigorously, gesturing with his rough, large hands. "One villager said he saw three people who could fly from far away. They flashed through the air above the river valley a few times, and the herbs on the ground disappeared. But they were too fast, so he didn't see them clearly and couldn't be completely sure..."
"Three people who could fly..."
Upon hearing that description, three faces full of arrogance and greed immediately surfaced in Jiang Ping An's mind.
Could they be those three from the Feather Soul Tribe?
They had previously fought over the Nine-Leaf Violet Orchid in the valley and seemed to have been searching for herbs that could strengthen the soul as well.
Could they have found this place by such a coincidence?
After pondering for a moment, Jiang Ping An gave a grave order. "Pass on my words. Tell the villagers not