The blurry phantom came in the form of a face that was plain yet exuded a thick majesty. When Xiang Shaoyun and the others saw the face, they went on high alert, afraid that the face would suddenly attack.

"For being able to reach here, all of you are fated individuals. You may each take away a saint herb," said the phantom with a voice that seemed like it had come from bygone times, a voice that had gone through a long passage of time.

Xiang Shaoyun and the others blanked out when they heard what the face said. They could leave with these saint herbs? This was definitely too good to be true. They found it hard to believe. And yet the restriction...