In the herb chamber, as Elder Yuheng's voice fell, Xiao Fan was the first to break the silence.
He strode forward, swiftly selecting the spiritual ingredients with the best medicinal properties, hoping to seize the initiative.
Yet Shen Yun was even faster. With a movement of his Divine Sense, Three Flower Jade Dew, Five-Color Lotus, Green Beard Vine... all kinds of spiritual herbs flew before him and hovered in the air, every one of them brimming with the strongest medicinal potency.
"He's so cool! I have to cultivate Divine Sense too!"
Zhong Ling's large eyes sparkled. She planned to ask Junior Sister Qingruo for help when she returned, so Shen Yun could teach her.
"Once I cultivate Divine Sense and become a second-rank alchemist, let's see if you still dare call me Little Senior Sister!"
Dimples appeared on her face as though she could already see the Wood Peak disciples addressing her as Senior Disciple Sister.
Ye Chen watched the scene before him, his gaze distant, as if it had stirred up old memories.
In his memories, Shen Yun had never been showy. He had never imagined his strength to be so terrifying.
The old me was far too shallow. I sought the limelight and ended up like this. Looking back, I only had myself to blame.
Ye Chen's temperament changed completely, and he wanted to learn how to hide himself.
If Shen Yun had known what he was thinking, he would only have found it amusing. He had already fallen on hard times, yet he still refused to show his edge—was he waiting for some talent scout to dig gold from a pile of sand?
Seeing Shen Yun's performance, Li Guangbai praised him sincerely. "To sense the medicinal properties of spiritual ingredients so quickly, junior brother Shen's wood-element talent