Can you just take it because you were born with it? Tang San, where is your shame?

Born of Nature Yet Free for the Taking? Tang San, Where Is Your Shame?

Tang San's fingers had already rested on the mechanism of the signal tube, yet he kept hesitating to press it.

By the spring, an herb with purple-edged leaves swayed gently, a few dewdrops condensing beneath its leaves.

If that item were placed outside, it would be enough to make him spend months searching, yet at this moment it grew just like ordinary wild grass in a place within easy reach.

His gaze crossed that herb and fell further away, his hand holding the signal tube slowly withdrawing as he thought:

The teacher is being looked after by two Soul Saints, so he should not be in any danger. As for here, if the signal were to attract nearby Soul Masters, who could guarantee that those people would not harbor evil intentions upon seeing treasures?

I will store the medicinal herbs away first, and then report that I am safe.

It will not take much time anyway.

Tang San shoved the signal tube back into his bosom, took out his small knife and the bag for holding herbs, and walked quickly toward the edge of the spring. The disarray from when he had fallen into the dry ditch earlier was long cast behind him at this moment.

He squatted down, carefully parting the leaves, and loosened the soil bit by bit from the outer edge of the roots, reluctant to even harm the fine fibrous roots.

The first herb was stored in the bag, his movements becoming more and efficient, and in the blink of an eye he packed away another one.

Both could be used to concoct Tang Sect medicines; although not enough to be called Immortal-grade, they were definitely incomparable to ordinary medicinal herbs.

However,