The group continued toward the northern gardens of the sect where the atmosphere shifted once more.
The pressure of the training grounds faded behind them, replaced instead by calm spiritual fragrance drifting gently through the air.
Rows of spiritual herbs stretched across the mountain terraces in organized layers glowing faintly beneath sunlight. Some plants emitted thin streams of mist while others pulsed softly with spiritual essence strong enough to affect the surrounding qi itself.
The Herbal Garden.
Peaceful.
Quiet.
Alive.
Several disciples moved carefully between the herb fields carrying jade containers filled with spiritual water while others recorded growth conditions beneath Elder Hua's supervision.
Near the center garden—
Two familiar figures worked beside her.
Muo Qian carefully adjusted the roots of a Crimson Spirit Flower while Su Quan stood nearby holding a jade scroll, calmly reading cultivation notes regarding medicinal balance.
