Lu Yuan stared at the pile of things for two breaths.
You had to know, he had spent a long time communicating amicably with Hope before he managed to get three leaves.
Where had Margaret pried all these out from? And judging by their quality, they were intact—which meant Hope had shed them voluntarily.
Margaret noticed his unblinking stare and smiled.
"I promised to make her some potions, so she gave me some things," Margaret continued.
"And Hope seems able to sense the condition of the people around her. Her consciousness told me there was something wrong with my Path, and that if I ground these things together into powder, it could help ease it."
After hearing this, Lu Yuan nodded, stroking his chin.
It seemed Hope's consciousness had become very clear. She could even actively monitor the people around her now.
No wonder he could not get any more materials from her. Apparently, she thought he was a normal person who did not need them.
Under Lu Yuan's gaze, Margaret placed the leaves and that small section of roots into a vessel, ground them into powder, and mixed them with Holy Water.
Once the leaves and roots had been crushed, they gave off only a faint layer of golden light. It was not intense, like dust by the roadside—nothing remarkable.
But the instant the powder mixed with the Holy Water, the golden radiance nearly burst through the medicine bottle.
Gray-White Text appeared before Lu Yuan's eyes.
[Special potion detected: Hope] [A potion concocted from materials voluntarily shed by a special species of tree. It has adaptive effects depending on the drinker.]
Lu Yuan's eyes lit up as he looked at the Gray-White Text.
Good stuff.
Margaret raised her brows as she looked at the blindingly bright potion