Spirit plants covered the mountains and fields, a clump here, a cluster there, growing wherever they pleased. A few bold ones even scurried past right under their noses like little mice.
Dongfang Minghui eagerly ran up to a mountain phoenix and muttered, "Why didn't the lord of No Return Mountain come in? Are these medicinal plants ours for the taking? Isn't it worried I'll empty out this whole mountain of spirit plants?"
Qian Yiling relayed its words. "It said six hours. We can stay here for six hours at most, so we need to hurry and gather whatever medicinal plants we need."
Mu Sheng kept scratching his back, but no matter where he scratched, he could never reach the right spot. Ever since entering this field of spirit plants, his back had been unbearably itchy. "Ming Hui, quick, help me out. My back's so itchy. Could I have been poisoned?"
"Poisoned?"
Dongfang Minghui's expression turned serious. She circled behind Mu Sheng and saw Little Sprout coiled on his back. The Ghost-Face Tree Spirit's markings were imprinted there too. Against the backdrop of his fair skin, they actually looked rather artistic, but the faces of the Ghost-Face Tree Spirit Clan were so distinctive that the unexpected sight still gave her a fright. She reached out and tugged hard, making Mu Sheng howl in agony. "What is that? It hurts!"
Qian Yiling moved behind Mu Sheng and saw that Little Sprout's branches had joined with the flesh of his back. "When did this happen? Earlier, I saw Little Sprout still curled around Little Fatty."
"You're kidding...?" Mu Sheng's hair stood on end, and his body began trembling.
"Probably because Little Fatty couldn't come in, so Little Sprout chose Mu Sheng to sneak inside." Whatever the case, Mu Sheng had the wood element,