Li Yuan and his fellow Wentian Sect disciples stood at the edge of the Silvermoon Forest, gazing into the mist-laden expanse before them. The air was thick with spiritual energy, and the forest exuded an eerie atmosphere. The Silvermoon Herb, a rare plant that bloomed only once in a decade, was their goal. It had the power to significantly boost cultivation if harvested at the right moment.
Li Yuan stood quietly at the back of the group, a strange feeling tugging at his mind—a pull that had been growing stronger ever since they set foot into the forest.
"Everyone, stay close and keep your senses sharp," ordered Lin Su, the leader of their team and a senior sister to the rest. She stood tall and composed, her eyes scanning the forest with the calm confidence of someone in the Foundation Establishment Realm. "This place is filled with dangers, and the Silvermoon Herb won't come easy."
