A few more golden cores would make cultivation perfect.
"Getting the Power of Martial Saint would let me crush the Purple Flame Sect and grab plenty of golden cores," I thought quietly.
Taking down all the nearby forces would be even better.
I burned the corpses with spiritual fire, then headed to bed.
Morning came.
I made my way back to the Medicine Storage.
The place looked emptier today - most folks had already grabbed their herbs.
Colin Ava was picking through herbs when I got there.
I walked up and tapped his shoulder. "What are the odds?"
He spun around fast, surprise flickering across his face when he spotted me.
"Mr. Raymond... what brings you here?" Colin asked automatically.
I chuckled. "Herb picking, same as you. What else?"
Colin forced out a smile. "Me... same thing."
He quickly snatched a few herbs and bolted from the spot.
Watching him rush off, I couldn't help but smirk.
Today was the final day, and the Pill masters were making their plays.
