A room inside a secret chamber. Lin Yurou held a Silver Jade Plate, which shimmered with spiritual light.
Before her floated nine Silver Mirrors, each about a zhang across. Each showed a cultivator, and from the powerful auras emanating from them, it was clear they were Nascent Soul Cultivators.
"Junior Sister Lin, what happened? Why are you using the Nine-Palace Transmission Mirrors to contact us?" asked a stern-faced old man in a yellow robe, frowning.
"Senior Brother Nangong, fellow senior brothers and sisters, here's the situation. I found a Spirit Grass Store that lets customers reserve rare, thousand-year-old spirit herbs and plants. It's called the Immortal Herb Pavilion, and it's in Black Lotus Market Town..."
Lin Yurou explained what had happened, naturally leaving out her agreement with Shi Yue.
"Junior Sister Lin, you're not joking, are you? He really produced a two-thousand-year-old Sky Flame Spirit Bamboo? And Phoenix Fruits and Snow Snake Fruits?" The old man in the yellow robe looked incredulous.
"Fellow senior brothers and sisters, I tested them with a Spirit Testing Plate. They're genuine. I stake my honor that every word I've said is true. We're fellow disciples, so of course I'd share the good news with you. Hurry to Black Lotus Market Town—this opportunity won't come again! In a few days, the Immortal Herb Pavilion's doors will be crushed by the crowds. Oh, Senior Brother Huang, please tell the Sect Master to send Junior Brother Liu to the Immortal Herb Pavilion to reserve spirit herbs. They even have Fifth-Grade Spirit Herbs, including plenty of rare ones. With enough Fifth-Grade Spirit Herbs, Martial Uncle Li might be able to advance further. This concerns the rise and fall of our sect, so you must inform the Sect Master."
"Very well. I'll inform the Sect Master. We'll come at