Such ancient war puppets could not be resisted by force. The three of them immediately turned around and sprinted toward the pitch-black mountain ridge on the other side.
"Crimson clouds lingzhi, spirit candle fruit—so many fire-attribute spiritually sentient precious herbs!" Baishu cried out in amazement, subconsciously slowing her pace.
She was not someone who had never seen the world. In the sacred land, carefully cultivated medicine gardens were even more vast than this, but those did not belong to her; she could not casually dispose of them or pick them at will.
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