After dinner, the sky gradually darkened. Zhang Bin sat cross-legged in the field of Spiritual Medicine, quietly regulating his breath while all his pets hid in the darkness.
An uneasy aura spread through the air.
Tonight, they intended to keep vigil until daylight.
Although the Spiritual Medicine older than four hundred years had been stolen by that bastard Fei Yiming, there were still many specimens over two or three hundred years old. He had obtained them from the Iron Sword Sect and had been cultivating them with Spiritual Water, so their medicinal effects were rapidly increasing.
In just another six months, some of the Spiritual Medicine would be ready for refining True Essence Pills. Some herbs could also be used to make Liquefaction Pills.
Therefore, these Spiritual Medicines were his lifeline, more important than anything else. If he were to purchase them with money, even ten billion USD might not be enough to secure them.
