Everyone was very happy to find a herb, but no one took it seriously. After all, this thing can only be regarded as an unexpected delight.
But after five minutes.
Zhong Yihan found something in the back of a big tree: "cypress, low-level spirit grass."
After a few more minutes.
Under a boulder: "Anemone, low-level spirit grass."
...
When the crowd walked five kilometers and came to the edge of the water, Zhong Yihan found two sweet narcissus.
Yang Yuan once again took the picked herbs from Zhong Yihan, took off his backpack and counted, and found that there were more than 20 low-level spiritual grasses alone: "Sweet narcissus, cypress, and anemone..., Yihan, are you sure these are low-level spirit grasses? When did you learn about these herbs? "
Zhong Yihan said casually: "Six months ago."
Yang Yuan froze a moment: "Aren't you learning matrix formation at that time?"