The disciples from the Medicine Sect who had been tasked with guarding the field were filled with distress and despair. A few days ago, they held onto hope, but now it was all but gone. No matter how hard they tried, the Green Sun Grass continued to wither, and its roots gradually began to rot, leaving no traces of vitality.
Just as they were about to seek guidance from the Elders, the Elders of the Medicine Sect arrived at the scene. Upon witnessing the dead Green Sun Grass, their faces turned pale with shock. The value of the Green Sun Grass was immeasurable, and the loss of so many high-grade medicinal pills was an infuriating prospect. The Medicine Sect was at a loss for how to explain this dire situation.
Elder White-bearded gently stroked his beard and suggested, "Half of the Green Sun Grass was planted by a disciple of the Beastmaster Sect. Let's go and inspect the outcome."
