The Herb Is Mine!

Qin Yu understood the meaning of the man with the mustache.

The birth of ten-thousand-year-old herb was different from the birth of other treasures.

Not only would it not reveal any earth-shaking phenomena in advance, but it would also be extremely low profile in order to cover its tracks.

Qin Yu sat there and waited quietly. He released his divine sense to cover his surroundings, afraid that he would miss any movement.

More than twenty Martial Marquises brought by Tang Mo guarded the surroundings, preventing anyone from coming to snatch it.

Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, two hours had passed.

At this time, the sky had gradually darkened, but the ten-thousand-year-old herb still showed no signs of coming into being.

"Could it really be that there's something wrong with your deduction?" At this time, even Tang Mo couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.