"That herb garden really was strange. Though it contained several spiritual plants with auras similar to Haoyuan Key Grass and Azure-Sink Wood, they shouldn't have been enough to fool everyone. The auras of those plants were exactly as described in the rumors."
The Eight-Legged Demon Bull Beast's voice sank, then grew excited. It had gathered so many bulls for no other reason than to obtain Haoyuan Key Grass. Earlier, it had fallen into the Black Iron Lion pack's trap and discovered that the herb garden was a snare. Though it had been lucky to escape with its life, it had felt somewhat dejected. Now, seeing Lu Xiaotian's actions, the doubts it had already harbored surged like a shot of adrenaline.
Luo Qian and Qiao Lan exchanged a glance, then each sat cross-legged to recover from their injuries.
While the two people and the bull were regulating their breathing, Lu Xiaotian had already returned to the area near the herb garden.
At that moment, the black smoke from earlier drifted across the surrounding dozens of miles, greatly impairing both spiritual sense and vision. And with one of the Black Iron Lions destroyed, the strange formation created by the pack had stopped turning.
The herb garden lay in ruins, scattered with spiritual plants destroyed in the battle, as well as withered plants whose essence Lu Xiaotian had drawn out using Purpleleaf Zhenwu.
That formation is truly formidable. It must be because it's been here for so long; otherwise, destroying just one lion wouldn't have caused the entire formation to collapse. Lu Xiaotian surveyed his surroundings in silence, his gaze sweeping first over a dense patch of grass, then over a heap of rocks on a hillside.
"Since you've both come back, there's no need to hide. Come out."
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