It was as if Lady Luck had truly smiled upon Jin Qianqian. Throughout the day's journey, numerous rare, aged plants—the kind recorded in books—seemed to line up, just waiting for her to discover them.
Gu Wenheng watched as yet another fleeceflower root was collected, then stared at the sky, at a loss for words. 'This is some serious preferential treatment. We're on the exact same path, and I'm looking as hard as I can, yet these things still fall right into Jin Qianqian's hands.'
"You choose the direction this time," Gu Wenheng said, having long since accepted reality. He simply handed the responsibility of choosing their path over to Jin Qianqian.
Jin Qianqian replied, "Are you sure you don't want to check with the telescope? If I just point randomly and miss, we might end up walking a long, useless detour."
Although Gu Wenheng hesitated for a moment, he ultimately gritted his teeth and nodded. "It'll be fine. The worst that can happen is we have to backtrack.
