After three years of gathering herbs, Lin Xuan’s immortal soul finally awakened.
His first words were: “Kid, that’s a poisonous weed you’re picking. Take one more bite and you’ll be meeting your ancestors for real.”
His second words were: “Also, that ‘top-grade Foundation Establishment pill’ beside you, you big oaf, is actually just a mud ball with something mixed into it.”
Lin Xuan looked at the poisonous weed he’d been treating like a treasure, then at the sect’s arrogant genius, who was about to use a mud ball to break through to Foundation Establishment.
He silently shoved the weed into the other man’s hand and said sincerely, “Senior Brother, this top-grade spirit herb is my humble gift to a fellow hometown native!”
