Hearing this, Lin Ke followed behind Nan Shang, circling the top of the Spirit Stone pile, where he spotted an ancient crimson mask.
Faint clouds drifted over the surface of the crimson mask. Judging by its structure and frame,
it was not something meant for a Human Race cultivator to wear, but... for a dragon.
He casually put it into his Niwan Palace and tossed it to Lin Xuanyuan, then continued following Lin Ke forward.
Finally, Lin Ke followed Nan Shang to a hidden door. Before entering, he caught a faint medicinal fragrance.
As his view shifted, an underground herb garden appeared before Lin Ke.
More than a dozen varieties of medicinal herbs grew in neat rows in the soil.
Although large swathes of most of the herbs had withered and died from neglect,
those with extraordinary spiritual qi still flourished, including an entire pond filled with Cold Nether Snow Lotuses.
Every blossom was over a hundred years old, and Zong Ya needed only a single leaf as an ingredient for her Winter Frostheart Pill.
With this entire pond, refining several hundred pills might not even be a problem...
All that limited them now was the supply of Snow Pine branches and leaves.
Neither of them could help smiling at the sight.
Lin Ke immediately said, "Nan Shang, we made too much noise back there. I'm afraid we might attract other cultivators."
"Let's gather the ingredients we need for pill refining and the other natural treasures first, then go back to Zong Ya."
"We'll cultivate in seclusion for a while."
"Once things blow over, we'll return, reset the mechanisms and formations, and use this as our temporary cave abode."
Nan Shang nodded at his words.
They took out every Storage Bag they had and first packed away everything from the