The fragrance of herbs around the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eye grew ever richer. Everyone busied themselves, carefully placing those precious Immortal Herbs into jade boxes.
Xiao Wu was drawn to a glowing blue herb. She crouched beside it, staring intently, occasionally reaching out to touch the dew on its leaves and scattering tiny points of light.
Wang Dong'er was focused on harvesting that purple herb, a faint layer of Soul Power gathered at her fingertips as she feared damaging its delicate roots. After all, they only wanted the herbs that had already matured. There was no need to wipe them out completely; they might still be useful later.
Qian Renxue stood by the spring water, gazing at the wondrous sight of icy blue and crimson intertwining. Her Milky Way-like eyes were filled with curiosity.
Lu Jing had just placed a Golden Dragon Beard glowing with golden light into a box when he suddenly heard a low shout from behind him, carrying unmistakable vigilance—
"Who's there!"
It was Porcupinefish Douluo who spoke.
He had originally stood among them, keeping watch. Now he spun around sharply, his fat body tightening as his small eyes fixed on the dense forest not far away. Soul Power began to surge around him; he had clearly sensed something unusual.
That furious shout was like thunder from a clear sky, instantly shattering the tranquility of the Valley Floor. Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look.
In the shadows at the edge not far away stood an old man, though no one knew when he had appeared.
He wore a green robe, and his long green hair hung loosely over his shoulders, with several withered leaves caught among the strands. He looked rather unkempt.
The old man was thin, his face covered in