For five days straight, Chen Xun recovered his spiritual power and rested up. This time, his mind had truly been drained dry, and only now had he recovered.
"Old Bull." A faint smile appeared at the corner of Chen Xun's mouth as he opened his eyes.
"Moo~~" Black Bull lunged at him in excitement, nearly crushing the breath out of Chen Xun.
"Old Bull... damn it, are you trying to kill me?!"
"Moo~" Black Bull grinned and hurriedly backed away.
"This place isn't safe. We're too close to the center, and there are too many cultivators. Run toward the outskirts!"
"Moo!"
Two figures darted away. Though they held a massive fortune in their hands, there was not the slightest hint of smug elation in their eyes. Instead, they grew even more vigilant, constantly weaving through the giant ancient trees and moving farther and farther from the center.
They ran for several days in succession. There was still less than a month before the valley closed, but they had already left the clamor of battle far behind.
"Old Bull, I'll leave this storage pouch to you." Chen Xun stared intently at the pouch in his hand. "It contains all the spiritual herbs needed for a Foundation Establishment Pill!"
"Moo!" Black Bull solemnly accepted it and swallowed it in one gulp.
"When we get back, we'll cultivate them slowly."
Chen Xun spoke in a low voice. "We have to be steady. We won't start for at least two years. We're not short on time."
"Moo~" Black Bull nodded. It understood, and there was not the slightest trace of impatience in its heart.
"This storage pouch will be handed over to the sect."
Chen Xun looked at the storage pouch in his hand. It held three primary spiritual herbs and more than a