Without needing any guidance, Qin Fan followed the fluctuations of Spiritual Energy with his Divine Sense and arrived smoothly at the entrance of the Spiritual Medicine Garden. Gazing at the garden, which was measured in acres, his eyes flashed with manic joy.
"What a profligate waste of heavenly resources! These fools from Medicine Valley are committing a sacrilege!"
Sensing that the Spiritual Energy of many plants in the garden was in a state of decay, Qin Fan couldn't help but sigh. After a moment, he stopped overthinking it and strode right in.
Seeing the extremely unfamiliar face—or rather, one they had absolutely no recollection of—several Garden Keepers shouted, "Halt! Who goes there?"
"I'm here to borrow this place for a while. You can all leave. I don't wish for anyone other than myself to be present here," Qin Fan said with an indifferent, harmless smile, facing the stern expressions that had sprung up before him.
