They had already obtained one of the four herbs. Next was the snow toad.
At dawn, Yu Wan went to Xixia Garden and said to the old man meditating under the porch, "Grandma? Where's the snow toad?"
The old man slowly opened his eyes.
The old man did not expect the Red Lingzhi to come so easily. The progress he had imagined was more than twice as fast. Speaking of which, luck accounted for most of it. Thinking about how this girl could even obtain the holy artifact of Nanzhao in a daze, it did not seem strange for her to have another Lingzhi.
Luck was something that others could not envy.
"In the Imperial Capital too." The old man answered Yu Wan's question. "The last time I heard news of the snow toad was a few years ago. At that time, it was consecrated in a Gu Temple. I don't remember which Gu Temple it was. I have to ask around."
