After hearing this, Zhang Xiaohua had a rough idea. The herbs in the harvesting area were picked once every five years. Perhaps some spirit herbs had been left to grow for several years, but there definitely would not be any hundred-year-old spirit herbs.
However, You Lan Grand Canyon was vast. Just because there were none in the area where the Herb Division operated did not mean there were none elsewhere. Other places might be dangerous, but would Zhang Xiaohua be afraid?
Still, Zhang Xiaohua did not explain this to everyone. After comforting him for a while, they sighed and left.
At this time, news of poor Zhang Xiaohua being punished by Deputy Hall Master Xu had already spread throughout the entire courtyard. This exemplary negative lesson produced immediate results. No disciple dared casually step half a foot outside the courtyard again. All of them stayed obediently in their rooms, quietly awaiting the arrival of "You Lan Mu Lian."
While the disciples mocked Zhang Xiaohua, Zhang Xiaohua himself sat peacefully cross-legged in a corner of his little room, carefully contemplating the Dao of Heaven.
Another two days passed without Yang Yao coming by. That morning, Zhang Xiaohua still rose early and went to the woods beyond the courtyard gate to practice the Big Dipper Divine Fist. When he returned to the small courtyard, he found the whole place in an uproar. Everyone was hurrying back and forth, calling out things to one another, making Zhang Xiaohua frown. What was going on? Did I have to run into trouble every time I went out?
Lu Chaoxian had already looked toward the entrance countless times. The moment he saw Zhang Xiaohua return, his face lit up with delight. He hurried forward several steps and said, "Junior Brother Ren, you went to the little