37 The Ancient Mystic Realm

"Wu! Wu! My gift… it's gone…" The civet cat cried sorrowfully as he hugged his box to his chest.

Lonemoon walked over and glanced at the half-open box. The spirit herbs in the box were all dried up. Sighing, he said, "These herbs have been sucked dry of their Spirit Qi. Take it easy…" He had thought that the fox demon was keeping these herbs to refine pills and would not have finished them so quickly. Little had he known that the demon had been intending to use them all to save his son. Lonemoon was a step too late.

On hearing this, the civet cat wailed and cried harder.

Shen Ying turned slightly and glanced into the box in the cat's hands. That was when she realised that within it lay a dry, wrinkly…

"Carrot?"

"How does this look like a carrot? This is a Splendor Lingzhi," Lonemoon corrected.