However, it seemed as if all his good luck had been used up yesterday. Today, during his journey, he didn't encounter even a single Chinese yam, let alone thousand-year-old spiritual medicines.
Shen Luo wasn't greedy, so he didn't mind this. After leaving the Hundred Herbs Valley, he continued towards the direction of the square.
After about two hours of walking, he hadn't reached the square yet. But in front of him, not too far away, appeared a majestic Xie Mountain Great Hall. It was well-preserved; compared to the ruins that he had previously seen, it was quite special.
Shen Luo's eyes flashed with delight as he quickly walked towards the great hall.
However, before he got close, he suddenly spotted a white skeleton on the ground ahead. It was clutching a rusty, broken sword and was lying face down on the ground.
