Sandalwood incense was still burning in the room.
The sandalwood smoke smelled exceptionally pleasant, lingering beneath everyone's noses like plum blossoms in the twelfth lunar month snow.
Ye Xuecang began drinking tea again.
The others, however, were growing anxious.
But they were all True Persons; they could not truly be as impatient as Qi Refinement or Foundation Establishment cultivators.
After casting a few yearning glances around, they too began drinking tea. Some turned their gazes toward the sea, watching the rolling waves surge in from the shore.
The blazing sun at the horizon was already taking on the hues of dusk, scattering swathes of blood-red light.
It shone through the window as well, illuminating everyone's profound thoughts.
The five people in the room either drank tea, watched the sea, or inhaled the sandalwood fragrance.
They appeared indifferent, but only they themselves knew that their hearts were anything but calm.
Each was considering how to obtain this information at the smallest possible cost, and how to acquire the Nine-Bend Spirit Ginseng.
Though the Nine-Bend Spirit Ginseng was merely one of the three main ingredients of the Nascent Soul Transformation Pill, it was the rarest among them.
Moreover, most Nascent Soul families and Nascent Soul sects of the Eastern Region had not risen to prominence because of a single fortunate opportunity.
Many sects and factions had lurked in concealment and endured for centuries, accumulating opportunities generation after generation before finally rising.
Thus, obtaining the Nine-Bend Spirit Ginseng was equivalent to giving one's family another hope of producing a Nascent Soul cultivator.
After a long while, the tea in the pot could no longer pour in a stream, instead dripping into the cups with soft patters.
Clearly, the tea was nearly gone.
Everyone looked toward Ye Xuecang once more, watching as he drank