When the first rays of morning light appeared, the foot of the Nether Ruins Mountain was already bustling with noise and excitement. Various colorful banners fluttered in the breeze, decorating the entire valley in brilliant hues. As a once-every-three-years medicinal herb trading grand event in the northwest region, the Nether Ruins Herb Fair attracted cultivators from ten thousand miles around.
Liu Wuhun ordered a portion of his disciples to transport the disciples who had died in battle the night before, along with the corpse of Lin Qingyu, back to the Soul-Free Palace for burial, while the others went to attend the medicinal herb trading convention.
When Mr. Ling and his party followed the Soul-Free Palace's contingent into the main venue, they were met head-on by a strange aura mixed with thousands of medicinal fragrances. Huo Wu could not help sneezing, and the sparks in her golden hair crackled.
Chapter 572