Zhang Xiaoshan had walked about a kilometer into the mountain before he stopped, chose not to continue forward, and turned his body toward the left side of the mountain, threading his way through the steep woodland.
Because he had walked the path directly ahead several times before, and there was basically nothing to gain from it, he thought that the unexplored sides might yield some unexpected discoveries.
His idea was correct, indeed, as his bag was already filled to a large extent as he searched.
They were all old herbs, and although none was as magical as the Stone Clinging Ganoderma, they were all thirty to forty years old and had extraordinary effects.
If sold, they would fetch at least a hundred thousand.
"It seems that this back mountain is really a treasure trove; I need to search it thoroughly when I have some free time."
"Especially in the deep parts of the mountain."
Zhang Xiaoshan stood behind a small hillock and gazed back.
