"Please wait a moment, everyone. Dean Ye instructed me to gather some herbs for her as a catalyst. I'll be right back."
He looked so nonchalant that no one suspected a thing.
He then turned to Liu Qing. "Senior Sister Liu, please take good care of Junior Sister Tang."
Only after Liu Qing gave a solemn nod did he turn and nimbly scale the cliff face.
His figure soon vanished into the thick fog clinging to the cliff.
The shady side of the cliff was the perfect place for Withered Soul Grass to grow.
Jiang Che worked deftly, carefully pulling up each mature stalk of Withered Soul Grass by the root, taking care not to damage the fine rootlets.
He worked quickly. Before long, the large cloth bag he had brought was stuffed to bulging and weighed heavily on his back.
A quick count revealed over a hundred stalks!
He had purposely kept the entire root system intact for many of them—this was crucial for Ye Lianzhen's attempts to cultivate the plant.
