Tang Hao was well aware that with his current results, he had no problem ranking among the top, but it was impossible for him to fight for first place.
This was because there were too many experts. There were all kinds of tyrants of the older generation and pill Dao geniuses of the younger generation. They were not weak, especially those of the older generation. Many of them had participated in several pill gathering and were very experienced.
And this was only his first time participating in it.
Up until now, he had only started a good game and laid a good foundation.
If he wanted to stand out and take first place, he would need to plant higher grade plants.
"Next ... Which one should I plant?"
There were so many choices that Tang Hao hesitated.
"Heaven yang grass? Five-colored Lotus? Or spirit-gathering wood ..."
All of these plants were of a higher grade than the hemlock Dragon fir.
