Zhiwei maintained her usual cool demeanor, but there was a hint of worry in her eyes.
Li Qiuyun led Chen Ye, along the winding mountain path of Herb Peak, all the way upward.
Unlike other main peaks, Herb Peak wasn't surrounded by ethereal mist or filled with pavilions and towers; rather, it felt more like a vast medicinal garden.
On both sides of the mountain path, meticulously tended spirit fields were filled with various kinds of spirit grasses and spiritual medicines, exuding an intoxicating herbal fragrance.
From time to time, disciples could be seen busy in the fields, either using the Cloud Rain Technique to nourish the spirit plants or carefully harvesting mature herbs.
"Though Herb Peak is one of the outer twenty-four peaks, it holds a special position within the sect due to its abundant spiritual medicine production, and disciples from various peaks frequently visit,"
explained Li Qiuyun softly by his side.
