Beneath the night sky, Medicine King Valley had been thoroughly alarmed by the violent energy fluctuations from the direction of Hundred Herbs Garden and the spectacle of the formation's collapse.
Lights flared atop several distant peaks, and streams of light rose from all directions, racing toward Hundred Herbs Garden. Faint voices and alarm bells drifted through the air.
With the cover of night and the bamboo grove, Lu Chen led three guards swiftly toward the Clear Moon Pavilion he remembered.
After taking medicinal pills and receiving treatment from the system, he had recovered thirty to forty percent of his true essence, and his injuries had stabilized.
Yet the drain on his mind remained immense, and a dull ache throbbed between his brows. His Dragon-Pattern Spirit Bones and meridians sent waves of soreness through him from excessive depletion.
"Quick," Lu Chen said in a low voice, without slowing his pace.
He had to find Yun Qingyue before Medicine King Valley's experts arrived in force to investigate Hundred Herbs Garden and potentially tighten security throughout the valley.
According to the rough map previously provided by the Apricot Grove Spring shopkeeper, along with fragments of information from Shen Qiu's memories, Clear Moon Pavilion stood at the edge of Medicine King Valley's core region, near Purifying Heart Pool. The surroundings were tranquil; it had originally been a cultivation residence bestowed upon Yun Qingyue by her master, Elder Mu Wanqing.
Before long, after passing through a spiritual field thick with the fragrance of medicinal herbs, an elegant courtyard appeared ahead, nestled amid verdant pines and bamboo.
Its walls were white and its tiles gray. Ancient medicinal bells hung from the eaves, chiming crisply in the night breeze.
Above the courtyard gate hung a plaque inscribed with the words "Clear Moon Pavilion." The calligraphy was graceful,