But the problem now was that nobody knew where Master Ba had gone. Everyone remembered that he had ordered them to destroy the spirit herbs.
As for why Master Ba had given that order, they hadn't asked at the time, and he hadn't explained.
Now that the guards had come to their senses, they were full of questions. Why had Master Ba ordered them to do this? The spirit herbs had only just been transplanted, after all that effort. There was no reason to destroy them right after successfully transplanting them. Wasn't this just pointless trouble?
How were they supposed to explain the destruction of the spirit herbs to the Treasure Tree Clan? Had Master Hu's side fallen out with the Treasure Tree Clan?
The more quick-witted guards couldn't help feeling inexplicably alarmed. The less thoughtful ones, however, remained calm and slow to catch on.
At last, the long night came to an end.
When the dawn light roused the land, the devastation across these thousand acres of spirit fields looked even more glaring and chaotic.
Up on the mountainside, those who had risen early looked down toward the foot of the mountain. They had meant to see whether the fighting from the previous night had stopped, but instead, their eyes fell on the spirit fields below. The spirit herbs that had only been transplanted yesterday lay ruined and desolate. Every last transplanted herb had been ravaged, leaving nothing but debris.
"What the hell?" someone rubbed his eyes, clearly thinking he was seeing things.
But it soon became clear that their eyes weren't deceiving them. The spirit herbs in the fields really had been destroyed—not a single one remained intact.
Master Qian had just given them an earful, and now Cen Qi was giving them another. The two of them