"Hmph, just a few stalks of Spirit Medicine and a scrap of 'Red Flame Resting Soil,' and you think it's worth this old man's effort?" The artifact spirit of the chaos pill cauldron, that old and arrogant voice, rang out in Fang Hao's mind, full of disdain. "However, seeing as the age of these three 'earth heart flame fruits' is passable, and this 'Red Flame Resting Soil' can slightly nourish the soil quality of the medicine garden, this old man will reluctantly help you collect them."
As the voice fell, a flash of light appeared at Fang Hao's brow, and the phantom of the chaos pill cauldron emerged, rapidly expanding. The mouth of the cauldron aimed at the small medicine field below.
