Elder Xu arrived at the Ninth Mountain at dawn.
He paced back and forth at the entrance with an uneasy expression.
Master Tang had said that there was hope, but he was not sure about the chances.
The masters from the Pill Ministry had already said that there was no hope, so it was not very likely that Master Tang could save it.
After pacing around a few times, he was already burning with anxiety. Finally, he heard footsteps coming from the mountain.
"Master Tang! Master Tang! How is it?"
Elder Xu could not care less about his image. He rushed up and asked anxiously.
Wang Er and the others who were behind him also leaned closer with curious expressions.
Tang Hao smiled and said, "Elder Xu, look at what this is!"
As he said that, he waved his hand, and a medicinal herb appeared in his palm. It was sparkling white and was emitting a faint light. Evidently, it was thriving.
"That's…"
