Mist swirled within the Heaven Mending Pavilion.
Shi Hou strode along the bluestone path.
Wang Chuan, the disciple guiding him, trailed half a step behind, his back ramrod straight and his footsteps deliberately light.
He could not help stealing sidelong glances at the young patriarch of the Vajra clan.
His enormous frame resembled a mountain of flesh.
Yet when his foot landed, it did not stir even a speck of dust from the bluestone slabs.
There were no fluctuations of runes. He controlled his strength through his flesh alone.
The longer Wang Chuan watched, the harder his heart pounded. As expected of an heir to a great secluded clan.
They passed through a bamboo grove, and the view suddenly opened up.
A rich medicinal fragrance struck them full in the face.
Swaths of light intertwined and shimmered in the spiritual soil like a river of stars.
"Senior Brother Shi, this is our Heaven Mending Pavilion's spirit medicine garden." Wang Chuan stepped aside and gestured to the right.
Shi Hou stopped.
The medicinal garden covered a vast area.
Three-Leaf Azure Ganoderma, Purple Blood Vine, Crimson Flame Ginseng.
High-grade spirit medicines that people outside would fight tooth and nail over were packed together here like ordinary cabbages.
Especially in the very center.
A ginseng plant half a person's height bore nine bright red fruits.
Threads of rich vital essence flowed across their skins.
Shi Hou's gaze fixed on them.
What a place.
An absolute paradise on earth.
With the resources here, I could pluck any two herbs and toss them into a pot. Even without meat, the flavor would knock my tongue clean off.
Shi Hou raised his large, furry hand and pointed at the ginseng laden with red fruits.
"How does that thing taste?"
Wang Chuan froze.
His mind stalled for