Mo Yun headed toward the Spirit Herb Garden with light steps.
Before long, he arrived at the Spirit Herb Garden.
He caught the familiar fragrance of medicinal herbs from afar, especially crisp and fresh in the air after the rain.
Several familiar figures were bent over their work in the ordinary herb plots.
It had rained just yesterday, leaving the herb fields a muddy mess. With their trouser legs rolled up, they stood in the muddy water, carefully loosening the soil around the blood-stopping grass with small spades.
"Morning, everyone." Mo Yun entered the herb plot and greeted them with a smile.
"Brother Mo's here!"
They looked up at his voice. Seeing Mo Yun, their eyes lit up, and they put down their tools and gathered around him.
After chatting with them for a while, Mo Yun did not linger. He turned and headed toward the Precious Herb Plot.
The Precious Herb Plot's gate was still half-closed. Last night's rain had knocked down plenty of dead leaves, scattering them over the stone slabs at the entrance, where they rustled underfoot.
Zhou Bo was lying in the same old wicker chair in the middle of the courtyard, a thin blanket draped over him, his eyes closed as though he were half asleep.
Hearing footsteps, the old man did not even lift his eyelids. He merely drawled, "You're here?"
"Zhou Bo." Mo Yun stepped forward, took the little porcelain bottle from inside his robe, and presented it with both hands. "These are six Qi-Blood Pills I refined. Would you take a look and see whether they meet the standard?"
Zhou Bo opened his eyes, accepted the porcelain bottle, and pulled out the stopper.
A rich, pure medicinal fragrance surged from the bottle. It carried the faint rusty scent unique to Qi-Blood Pills,