After leaving the Beast Spirit Space, Hun Changqing and Zi Yan returned to the Ancient Medicinal Forest. By now, footprints and traces of harvested medicinal herbs littered the forest. Clearly, quite a few people had already entered and begun plundering it.
Seeing this, Hun Changqing took Zi Yan and darted back along the route they had come. He had already claimed the greatest opportunity here and could not be bothered to waste more time over a few scraps.
They flew swiftly along, encountering quite a few capable treasure hunters on the way. Those people looked somewhat surprised at the black streak of light cutting across the sky toward the edge of the forest.
Some of the more shrewd observers saw them emerging from the depths of the forest, and their eyes flickered as they evidently guessed something. But the bone-chilling yin qi radiating from that black streak made them feel as though they had fallen into an ice cellar, forcing them to rein in their greed.
They raced back the way they had come. Although they attracted plenty of attention, no one reckless enough to court death dared to stop them. Their return was therefore even quicker than their arrival, and after only the time it took an incense stick to burn, Hun Changqing brought Zi Yan back to the stone gate through which they had entered.
After stepping through the stone gate into the spacious corridor, Hun Changqing intended to take Zi Yan straight out of this place. On second thought, however, he stopped and looked toward the depths of the great hall at the center of the corridor, a thoughtful gleam in his eyes. After a moment, he decided to go in and plunder it after all. His strength was overwhelmingly superior to nearly everyone who had come