"Someone beat me to it!"
Xiang Bao arrived under the pine tree. When he saw the disturbed soil on the ground, his expression changed drastically.
He frantically dug away the dirt and yanked out the Pine Amber Sunflower, roots and all. He saw a snapped section on it—the kernel had clearly been taken.
"Who could be so fast?"
Xiang Bao pressed his lips together, his expression flickering between anger and gloom. He suddenly threw the Pine Amber Sunflower to the ground with a vengeance, stomping it into a pulp.
'No, I have to hurry to the summit. I can't let anyone get ahead of me again!'
...
Rare medicinal herbs mostly grow on sheer cliffs and in the depths of mountains and marshes. This was a piece of wisdom gleaned from the experience of countless herb gatherers, and there was certainly some truth to it.
Zhao Lin reached the summit and, in the crevice of a large rock jutting out over the cliff, discovered a Lonely Immortal Grass.
