Golden Thread Cloud Ginseng
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Mo Wen was like a money grabber. He kept wandering around the treasure trove with sparkling eyes. He opened and looked in almost every wooden crate. He would rather have mistakenly opened them than missed something.
Chen Zikuang followed closely behind Mo Wen. He gazed tensely at him. The spiritual medicine in the treasure trove had been collected by the Intentionless Sect over many years. The spiritual medicines in the treasure trove were of good rank.
If they exchanged it with Huatian Palace, they would surely receive large amounts of treasure in return. Even if they used it themselves, the spiritual medicines were remedies for many things: panacea for treating illness, curing wounds, nurturing, consolidating and breaking through cultivation. Every day, Chen Zikuang had treated them as his treasures. If it wasn't for Old Grandfather's injuries, he certainly would not have let Mo Wen, this "evil wolf", in.