Compared to the underground gold mine, she was more interested in the thousand-year-old medicinal herbs. Stepping on the soft soil of the herb garden and smelling the thick fragrance of the leaves, every cell in her body was happily contracting, enjoying the long-lost pleasure.
"Mmm, millennium-old medicinal herbs are hard to find in the world. Each one is a treasure that can revive the flesh and bones of the living dead!"
Little Kingfisher fluttered its wings and landed on her shoulder, sharing happiness with its master.
"Perhaps this valley was once the secluded residence of a hidden master from a thousand years ago. The fog formed a barrier, preventing outsiders from disturbing."
Su Qingluo glanced at the bamboo house that would melt at the touch, contemplating, "After he passed away, no one could set foot here again, so the herb garden could be perfectly preserved."