He Qingge looked at the shiny Longan Grass in front of him and couldn't help but take a deep breath, as if he wanted to absorb the fragrance and essence of the herbs into his body.
For He Qingge, the spiritual essence and spiritual power contained in this spiritual herb were too great.
It could not be swallowed directly, or else its body might explode.
His master's pavilion was filled with exotic flowers and herbs. The quality of most of them might not be comparable to the Longan Grass in his hands, but it was still very valuable.
There was still a piece of spiritual soil that could be used to grow Dragon's Cry Grass.
Of course, He Qingge could also plant the Longan Grass in his own small world. If he did that, it would be too eye-catching and such a powerful herb would disappear.
In the following time, He Qingge began to practice the pill seriously. However, the cauldron she was using now was a second-tier top-grade cauldron.
