Outside the low mountain, there was an abandoned garden. The walls were broken, and the weeds were half the height of a person. It was a ruin.
It was rumored that the Medicine Deity had built a hut here back then. Later on, this place became a historical remnant for later generations to admire.
Shi Hao, the Nine-Headed Lion, and the others had been waiting here for a long time. The debris was removed, and the ruins were cleared. The earth was dug up, revealing a small altar.
With a rumble, a white light flashed. A jar appeared on the altar. It wasn't that large and was only as tall as a fist. It was snow-white and sparkling.
Its sudden appearance immediately drew everyone's attention. Shi Hao's eyes lit up, and he was incomparably happy and excited.
