On the mountainside of Broken Blade Peak, Bai Mo noticed several fire-aspected medicinal herbs.
Among them were the raw ingredients for the Fire Marrow Pill; they were unmistakable.
Several gusts of hot, powerful wind carrying a scorched smell whipped past Bai Mo's brow, making him narrow his eyes reflexively.
The climate was damp and spring-like, so logically, those herbs shouldn't have been able to grow there.
To be able to maintain this strange micro-ecosystem with just the fiery energy from their training—it was truly impressive!
'Do they really never stop!?'
"Brother Kuang!"
"Haven't you eaten yet!? Why not come have a couple of drinks with me!"
A burly man strode over with a powerful gait. His eyes swept over the few people practicing their blades, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but curl up as he shouted.
The man, Brother Kuang, only glanced at him once before looking away.
"You're too kind, Brother. Let's drink another day!"
