“Mom, I’m going to the back mountain today. Uncle Sun said there’s a kind of herb on Mount Bozhong called bilicao. It blooms once every ten years, and the flower’s heart can cure heart pain.” His mother’s hand jerked, and the empty bowl nearly slipped from her grasp. She grabbed Lin Yu’s wrist, her nails almost digging into his flesh. “You are not going! What kind of place is Mount Bozhong? It’s crawling with strange beasts and choked with poisonous mists. If you go… how will your mother go on living?”
