"Alright."
An Zhiyi thought for a moment, nodded, and followed Qian Jiyun and An Jiuyue.
"Sister, what should we do with the Three-Poria Grass? Make soup?"
"Ahem!" An Jiuyue almost fell forward.
Make soup with the Three-Poria Grass? Did they know how difficult it was to find the Three-Poria Grass at Huayan Peak?
"No. Ask Fu Ming to bring me that herb. I want to use it to refine medicinal pills."
"Okay, I'll tell him now." An Zhiyi left.
…
"He has suffered for so many years. He's finally free today."
Qian Jiyun told An Jiuyue he had heard her father's voice in his space. An Jiuyue seemed to have expected this, and there was no big change in her mood.
In her heart, An Tu had always been around and had never left.
"Did he mention your origins? And how are we going to find the successor of Huayan Peak in the future?" She did not pay much attention to anything else and was only thinking about one thing.
