Next, we divided up the wild ginseng.
Judging by the portions, mine and Master's were about the same.
Mao Jing, Zhang Yuchen, and Pan Ling received the smallest shares.
But wild ginseng of this grade possessed potent medicinal effects even in a single one-centimeter root fiber.
There was an old saying: a hundred-year-old ginseng could extend one's life by three years.
The effects of this five-hundred-year-old ginseng were easy to imagine.
Someone in poorer health would get a nosebleed from eating even the tiniest bit raw.
After that, Master stayed in our hospital room for a while.
I asked Master why he had suddenly come downstairs earlier.
Master said that when the Bai Family immortals entered the building, he had sensed their demonic aura.
That was why he had come down...
I was stunned. Master really was incredible!
Once one's cultivation reached Master's level, one naturally possessed certain sensory abilities beyond those of ordinary Taoist priests.
Only that big-hearted Zhang Yuchen had kept playing the erhu even after three White Immortals had entered the room...
At the same time, Master roughly explained his friend's situation.
He said his friend was not in Qi City, but in Heaven-Honoring City.
So once our injuries healed, we would have to set off for Heaven-Honoring City.
Black Mother's main Taoist temple was over there as well.
None of us had been there before, so we were all looking forward to it.
After Master told us roughly about our future route, he returned to his own hospital room.
Once Master left, Zhang Yuchen asked:
"Has this Black Mother truly attained enlightenment?
And she's still in this world—doesn't that make her a true immortal?"
Mao Jing answered directly:
"Whether she's a true immortal or not, I don't know. But in the eyes of the local people,