Amid the endless mountain range, ancient halls were scattered throughout the forested slopes. Though they were in ruins, they still emanated a faint, mysterious aura of antiquity.0

The damage to these ancient halls was extensive, leaving no plaques or signs behind.0

However, Qin Sang noticed several locations in the mountains that appeared to be remnants of herb gardens.0

This place might once have been used for alchemy!0

Yet, Qin Sang frowned silently. The Fire Jade Centipede, which had been moving in his palm all along, still failed to sense the presence of any spiritual objects, even here.0

Just as Qin Sang prepared to slip into the ruins for a search, a figure suddenly darted out from the rubble.0

Those who had entered the estate were familiar with each other by name.0

Qin Sang recognized the individual as a disciple...0