Fang Xing ignored the murderous intent in the words directed at him and looked to Meng Xuanzhao with disdain. “Of all the wonderful and mysterious herbs in the world, how many do you know?” he asked, his voice calm.
Meng Xuanzhao was once again left speechless. He had the same feeling as before, that his attack had slid off without any damage.
It was exactly as Fang Xing said. There were rumored to be over hundreds of thousands of spirit herbs in this realm, and those that had been recorded made up only a very small portion of it; no matter how well-read or knowledgeable a person might be, no one would be able to say that they could recognize each and every herb. Furthermore, all spirit herbs had different effects, and it was impossible to say with certainty that there wasn’t at least one of them out there that could be eaten raw.
