There was a cluster of weed-like plants on the ground. Their bodies were emerald green and the tops were fluffy and covered in dew. Their oval shape was surrounded by raised green burrs. The was the White Dew Frost, it looked exactly like what Instructor Li had shown them.

“It's such a big cluster, there must be at least a dozen of them,” Zhao Jiuge said with excitement in his eyes as he looked at Bai Qingqing with joy on his delicate face. His eyes were wide open—this was the first time he saw a real White Dew Frost.

Unexpectedly, Bai Qingqing was even more excited than Zhao Jiuge. Her red lips were slightly open and her face was red from excitement, looking very cute. She was yelling and pointing at the White Dew Frost. “Quickly, put all the White Dew Frost away. I didn’t expect to find it so fast, and so many as well.”

Zhao Jiuge didn’t even wait for Bai Qingqing’s order; he quickly put the herbs into the storage ring on his finger. Looking at the ring, he couldn’t help but think of his cheap master, Ye Wuyou. Aside from leaving him the Sanskrit Heart Sutra, the only other thing was this storage ring with nothing inside. Zhao Jiuge had...