Gu Qingheng seriously sniffed that scent, then slowly reported the herbs he smelled: "Ginseng, snow lotus, polygonum multiflorum, lingzhi…" His eyes were getting more and more shocked.
Yang Ruxin sighed, "Isn't it amazing?"
"Why would someone cultivate such herbalists?"
Yang Ruxin stroked her chin and paced back and forth twice: "Flame's alchemists are for warfare, but if my guess is correct, this person's herbalists are for healing or…"
Gu Qingheng's eyes suddenly widened.
Immortality!
This thought caused their expressions to subtly change.
